Hedgehog Quotes

“Captain Phelan and I dislike each other,” Beatrix told her. “In fact, we’re sworn enemies.”
Christopher glanced at her quickly. “When did we become sworn enemies?”
Ignoring him, Beatrix said to her sister, "Regardless, he’s staying for tea.”
“Wonderful,” Amelia said equably. “Why are you enemies, dear?”
“I met him yesterday while I was out walking,” Beatrix explained. “And he called Medusa a ‘garden pest,’ and faulted me for bringing her to a picnic.”
Amelia smiled at Christopher. “Medusa has been called many worse things around here, including ‘diseased pincushion,’ and ‘perambulating cactus.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Love in the Afternoon

“I’m fairly certain, Captain,” she said, “that the more you discover about me, the more you will dislike me. Therefore, let’s cut to the chase and acknowledge that we don’t like each other. Then we won’t have to bother with the in-between part.”
She was so bloody frank and practical about the whole thing that Christopher couldn’t help but be amused.
“I’m afraid I can’t oblige you.”
“Why not?”
“Because when you said that just now, I found myself starting to like you.”
“You’ll recover,” she said.
Her decisive tone made him want to smile. “It’s getting worse, actually,” he told her. “Now I’m absolutely convinced that I like you.”
Beatrix gave him a patently skeptical stare. “What about my hedgehog? Do you like her, too?”
Christopher considered that. “Affection for rodents can’t be rushed.”
“Medusa isn’t a rodent. She’s an erinaceid.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Love in the Afternoon

“An aphorism ought to be entirely isolated from the surrounding world like a little work of art and complete in itself like a hedgehog.”
― Friedrich Von Schlegel

“He has been mad for you these many months, ever since you prodded him in the nether regions with a hedgehog.”
― Gail Carriger, Soulless

“It would seem very silly to start a conversation with a common hedgehog. They are not at all like cats, who surely understand the human language.”
― Erin Forbes, The Elementals

“The Hedgehog

I ran away and hid in the woods,
I was an imprudent child, in
My charmed hedgehog skin, I ran away
And I was happy in my fairytale
Forest, where no one came in, nor
Could have penetrated my white magic,
I was protected from any disturbances.
I was feeding on blueberries, blackberries, wild
Fruits, I ate, wept, and I was looking for
The tender raspberry, which, magically,
It could change my dreams in reality
And could drive all my sadness away;
Here in my divine forest I loved
And I was much loved...”
― Adrian Nicula

“πόλλ' οἶδ' ἀλώπηξ, ἐχῖνος δ'ἓν μέγα”
― Ἀρχίλοχος (c. 680 BC - c. 645 BC)

“Lizzie was leaving for Ever After High, and Shuffle was going with her, like it or not. Good-bye, family. Good-bye, hedgerow.
Good-bye, tea cakes, sugar hearts, and Cheshire chocolates!
Shuffle's dream about that fateful day faded away and was replaced by the image of a big bowl of Farmer-in-the-Dell brand granola. Granola was so boring! But ever since coming to Ever After High, Lizzie had insisted that Shuffle eat healthy snacks.”
― Suzanne Selfors, Once Upon A Pet : A Collection of Little Pet Stories

“This resembled hedgehog fur so precisely that Percy, who rarely noticed fashion, was struck momentarily speechless by the shocking similarity between this hat and his mother's Erinaceinae nature.”
― Gail Carriger, Reticence

“I keep an eye out for Ann, but instead I catch sight of a hedgehog shuffling into the undergrowth---an unexpected glimpse for they are shy, nocturnal creatures. Something about his gait, his spines, makes me imagine a sweet dish in his image. A hedgehog pudding... How might I make the spikes? Slithers of blanched almonds... impaled in a stiff white icing? Browned in a hot oven to re-create his russet color? And beneath his armor of icing and almonds... a Madeira sponge? A stiff blancmange? As I ponder how to make the hedgehog's body, I notice an apple tree, its boughs stripped of fruit but for a single split pippin at its apex. An apple hedgehog! A thick puree of apples drained until almost dry... with a center of apricot jam flavored with lemons.”
― Annabel Abbs, Miss Eliza's English Kitchen

“»Der Igel ist ein fürchterliches Geschöpf«, rief Faline. »Voll großer Stacheln am ganzen Körper . . . und dazu noch sehr böse!«
»Glaubst du wirklich, daß er böse ist?« fragte Gobo. »Er tut doch niemandem etwas zuleide.«
»So?« erwiderte Faline schnell, »hat er dich vielleicht nicht gestochen?«
»Ach, das war nur, weil ich mit ihm reden wollte«, wendete Gobo ein, »und nur ein kleines bißchen. Es hat nicht sehr weh getan.«
Bambi wandte sich an Gobo: »Warum wollte er denn nicht, daß du mit ihm redest?«
»Er will mit niemandem reden«, mengte sich Faline ein. »Sowie man nur in seine Nähe kommt, rollt er sich zusammen, und dann siehst du von allen Seiten nur seine Stacheln. Unsere Mutter sagt, er ist so einer, der mit der Welt nichts zu tun haben will.«
Gobo meinte: »Vielleicht fürchtet er sich nur.«
Aber Faline verstand das besser: »Die Mutter sagt, mit so jemandem soll man sich gar nicht einlassen.«”
― Felix Salten, Bambi: Eine Lebensgeschichte aus dem Walde

“Because anticipate rather than search the bushes. (Car plutôt anticiper - Que les fourrés rechercher.)

(The Rabbit and the Hedgehog / Le Lapin et le Hérisson)”
― Charles de Leusse, Fables 1

“Harry carefully transferred the pet to Beatrix's hands. "'The fox has many tricks,'" he quoted, "'the hedgehog only one.'" He smiled at Beatrix as he added, "but it's a good one."
"Archilochus," Beatrix said promptly. "You read Greek poetry, Mr. Rutledge?"
"Not usually. But I make an exception for Archilocus. He knew how to make a point."
"Father used to call him a 'raging iambic,'" Poppy said, and Harry laughed.
And in that moment, Poppy made her decision.
Because even though Harry Rutledge had his flaws, he admitted them freely. And a man who could charm a hedgehog and understand jokes about ancient Greek poets was a man worth taking a risk on.
She wouldn't be able to marry for love, but she could at least marry for hope.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Tempt Me at Twilight

“Medusa the hedgehog was wandering casually along the hallway. She paused as Christopher approached. A faint smile touched his lips. He bent to pick her up as Beatrix had showed him, inserting his hands beneath her. The hedgehog's quills flattened naturally as he turned her up to look at him. Relaxed and curious, she viewed him with her perpetual hedgehog smile.
"Medusa," he said softly, "I wouldn't advise climbing out of your pen at night. One of the maids might find you, and then what? You might find yourself taken to the scullery and used to scrub a pot." Taking her to the private upstairs receiving room, he lowered her into her pen.
Continuing on to Beatrix's room, he reflected that his wife viewed poor Bennett as yet another wounded creature. She had shown no hesitation in welcoming him into their home. One would expect no less of Beatrix.
Entering the room quietly, he saw his wife at her dressing table, carefully filing the claws of Lucky's remaining paw. The cat regarded her with a bored expression, tail flicking lazily. "... you must stay away from the settee cushions," Beatrix was lecturing, "or Mrs. Clocker will have both our heads."
Christopher's gaze traveled over the long, elegant lines of her figure, her silhouette revealed in the lamp glow that shone through her muslin nightgown.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Love in the Afternoon

“O most wondrous misshapen biddy of the m'rning, humming at which hour t shouldst cluck! Thou dost not harbour honesty any m're than a hedgehog is a splint'r'd prison f'r fleas.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Hedgehogs really are unpleasant, stupid creatures. With that ridiculous fur, not that you could call it fur. What was it she loved about them? Their optimism? They have quills, for heaven's sake, always at the ready, prepared at any moment to pick people. Not exactly a sign of optimism.”
― Annika Martin, Return Billionaire to Sender

“I don’t just like you, I love you. You and your little hedgehog self.”
She stopped brushing Willow. “Hedgehog?”
“Yeah.” Meg grinned, never a good sign. “You’re spiny on the outside and soft and fuzzy on the inside.”
“Hmph.”
“But without the spines, you’d just be a squishy, boring hamster.”
Simone shook her head. “You are an absolute freak, and I love you for it.”
― Chandra Blumberg, Stirring Up Love

“You Ain't Nothing but a Hedgehog''

You aint nothing but a hedge-
hog
Foragin' all the time
You aint nothing but a hedge-
hog
Foragin' all the time
You aint never pricked a
predator
You aint no porcupine.”
― John Cooper Clarke