In your world, I have another name. You should know me by it.
But length of days with an evil heart is only length of misery and already she begins to know it. All get what they want; they do not always like it.
If one has to choose between reading the new books and reading the old, one must choose the old: not because they are necessarily better but because they contain precisely those truths of which our own age is neglectful.
Being nice doesn’t make you stupid. It makes you feel good because you know you are gracious enough to forgive and smart enough to realize how distasteful some people can be.
Even in this world of course it is the stupidest children who are most childish and the stupidest grown-ups who are most grown-up.
All their life in this world and all their adventures had only been the cover and the title page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story which no one on earth has read: which goes on for ever: in which every chapter is better than the one before.
They were really getting quite fond of their strange pet and hoped that Aslan would allow them to keep it. The cleverer ones were quite sure by now that at least some of the noises which came out of his mouth had a meaning. They christened him Brandy because he made that noise so often.
Dearest Daughter. I knew you would not be long in coming to me. Joy shall be yours.
The claim to equality, outside of the strictly political field, is made only by those who feel themselves to be in some way inferior.
Every joy is beyond all others.
Humanity does not pass through phases as a train passes through stations: being alive, it has the privilege of always moving yet never leaving anything behind. Whatever we have been, in some sort we are still.
The sin both of men and of angels, was rendered possible by the fact that God gave us free will.
Oh God, God, why did you take such trouble to force this creature out of its shell if it is now doomed to crawl back – to be sucked back – into it?
As for all I can tell, the only difference is that what many see we call a real thing, and what only one sees we call a dream.
Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?
It is hard to have patience with people who say, ‘There is no death’ or ‘Death doesn’t matter.’ There is death. And whatever is matters. And whatever happens has consequences, and it and they are irrevocable and irreversible. You might as wel say that birth doesn’t matter.
Slowly, quietly, like snow-flakes – like the small flakes that come when it is going to snow all night – little flakes of me, my impressions, my selections, are settling down on the image of her. The real shape wil be quite hidden in the end.
The grave and the image are equally links with the irrecoverable and symbols for the unimaginable.
Those who are enjoying something, or suffering something, together, are companions. Those who enjoy or suffer one another, are not.
Dyson and Tolkien were the immediate human causes of my conversion. Is any pleasure on earth as great as a circle of Christian friends by a good fire?