That world is ended, as if it had never been. Let the race of Adam and Eve take warning.
You know me better than you think, you know, and you shall know me better yet.
Though under earth, and throneless now I be Yet while I lived all earth was under me.
But all night, Aslan and the Moon gazed upon each other with joyful and unblinking eyes.
Would it not be better to be dead than to have this horrible fear that Aslan has come and is not like the Aslan we have believed in and longed for? It is as if the sun rose one day and were a black sun.
I object to that remark very strongly! – The Magician’s Nephew.
Now sir, said the bulldog in his business-like way. ‘Are you a animal, vegetable, or mineral?’ – The Magician’s Nephew.
Redeemed humanity is still young, it has hardly come to its full strength. But already there is joy enough in the little finger of a great saint such as yonder lady to waken all the dead things of the universe into life.
There is nothing indulgent about the Moral Law. It is as hard as nails. It tells you to do the straight thing and it does not seem to care how painful, or dangerous, or difficult it is to do.
Digory never spoke on the way back, and the others were shy of speaking to him. He was very sad and he wasn’t even sure all the time that he had done the right thing; but whenever he remembered the shining tears in Aslan’s eyes he became sure.
Sleeping on a dragon’s hoard with greedy, dragonish thoughts in his heart, he had become a dragon himself.
Make your choice, adventurous Stranger, Strike the bell and bide the danger, Or wonder, till it drives you mad, What would have followed if you had.
The man who truly and disinterestedly enjoys any one thing in the world, for its own sake, and without caring two-pence what other people say about it, is by that very fact forewarmed against some of our subtlest modes of attack.
The man can neither man, nor retain, one moment of time; it all comes to him by pure gift; he might as well regard the sun and moon as his chattels.
The game is to have them all running about with fire extinguishers when there is a flood, and all crowding to that side of the boat which is already nearly gunwale under.
I wonder do the gods know what it feels like to be a man.
Edmund, give a special goodbye to Trumpkin for me. He’s been a brick.
Provided that any of those neighbours sing out of tune or have boots that squeak, or double chins, or odd clothes, the patient will quite easily believe that their religion must therefore be somehow ridiculous.
For jokes as well as justice come in with speech. – Aslan, The Magician’s Nephew.
She remembered, as every sensible person does, that you should never never shut yourself up in a wardrobe.