Affection would not be affection if it was loudly and frequently expressed; to produce it in public is like getting your household furniture out for a move. It did very well in its place, but it looks shabby or tawdry or grotesque in the sunshine.
Any patch of sunlight in a wood will show you something about the sun which you could never get from reading books on astronomy. These pure and spontaneous pleasures are ‘patches of Godlight’ in the woods of our experience.
You weren’t a decent man and you didn’t do your best. We none of us were and none of us did.
Excess of love, did ye say? There was no excess, there was defect. She loved her son too little, not too much. If she had loved him more there’d be no difficulty.
Pity was meant to be a spur that drives joy to help misery. But it can be used the wrong way round. It can be used for a kind of blackmailing. Those who choose misery can hold joy up to ransom, by pity.
Well, you know how it feels if you begin hoping for something that you want desperately badly; you almost fight against the hope because it is too good to be true; you’ve been disappointed so often before.
While friendship has been by far the chief source of my happiness, acquaintance or general society has always meant little to me, and I cannot quite understand why a man should wish to know more people than he can make real friends of.
Very few modern people think Friendship a love of comparable value or even a love at all.
You can do more with a castle in a story than with the best cardboard castle that ever stood on a nursery table.
Shut your mouth; open your eyes and ears.
They Open A Door And Enter A World.
He’s wild, you know. Not like a tame lion.
No emotion is, in itself, a judgement; in that sense all emotions and sentiments are alogical. but they can be reasonable or unreasonable as they conform to Reason or fail to conform. The heart never takes the place of the head: but it can, and should, obey it.
For Narnia and for Aslan!
People shouldn’t call for demons unless they really mean what they say.
Even if there were pains in Heaven, all who understand would desire them.
I have at last come to the end of the Faerie Queene: and though I say “at last”, I almost wish he had lived to write six books more as he had hoped to do – so much have I enjoyed it.
The laws of thought are also the laws of things: of things in the remotest space and the remotest time.
Enough had been thought, and said, and felt, and imagined. It was about time that something should be done.
You Too? I thought I was the only one.