But no one except Lucy knew that as it circled the mast it had whispered to her, “Courage, dear heart,” and the voice, she felt sure, was Aslan’s, and with the voice a delicious smell breathed in her face.
Aslan’s instructions always work; there are no exceptions.
She did not shut it properly because she knew that it is very silly to shut oneself into a wardrobe, even if it is not a magic one.
The Future is, of all things, the thing least like eternity. It is the most temporal part of time – for the Past is frozen and no longer flows, and the Present is all lit up with eternal rays.
It is not your business to succeed, but to do right. When you have done so the rest lies with god.
Remember that all worlds draw to an end and that noble death is a treasure which no one is too poor to buy.
If we cut up beasts simply because they cannot prevent us and because we are backing our own side in the struggle for existence, it is only logical to cut up imbeciles, criminals, enemies, or capitalists for the same reasons.
Don’t let your happiness depend on something you may lose.
Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our natural lives.
In your life you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some that you wish you never have to think about again. But you do.
Some people feel guilty about their anxieties and regard them as a defect of faith. I don’t agree at all. They are afflictions, not sins. Like all afflictions, they are, if we can so take them, our share in the Passion of Christ.
Do not cite the Deep Magic to me, Witch. I was there when it was written.
Feelings, and feelings, and feelings. Let me try thinking instead.
This is the land of Narnia,? said the Faun, ’where we are now; all that lies between the lamp-post and the great castle of Cair Paravel on the eastern sea.
Courage, dear heart.
Certainly, Lu. Whatever you like,? said Peter unexpectedly. This was encouraging, but as Peter instantly rolled round and went to sleep again it wasn’t much use.
All mortals tend to turn into the thing they are pretending to be.
If one could run without getting tired I don’t think one would often want to do anything else.
When the whole world is running towards a cliff, he who is running in the opposite direction appears to have lost his mind.
I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.