“Friendship arises out of mere Companionship when two or more of the companions discover that they have in common some insight or interest or even taste which the others do not share and which, till that moment, each believed to be his own unique treasure (or burden). The typical expression of opening Friendship would be something like, "What? You too? I thought I was the only one." 
... It is when two such persons discover one another, when, whether with immense difficulties and semi-articulate fumblings or with what would seem to us amazing and elliptical speed, they share their vision - it is then that Friendship is born. And instantly they stand together in an immense solitude.”
                            
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                                C.S. Lewis
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“It isn't Narnia, you know," sobbed Lucy. "It's you. We shan't meet you there. And how can we live, never meeting you?"
"But you shall meet me, dear one," said Aslan.
"Are -are you there too, Sir?" said Edmund.
"I am," said Aslan. "But there I have another name. You must learn to know me by that name. This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there.”
                            
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                                C.S. Lewis
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“You and I who still enjoy fairy tales have less reason to wish actual childhood back. We have kept its pleasures and added some grown-up ones as well.”
                            
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                                C.S. Lewis
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“For in grief nothing "stays put." One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. Everything repeats. Am I going in circles, or dare I hope I am on a spiral?
But if a spiral, am I going up or down it?
How often -- will it be for always? -- how often will the vast emptiness astonish me like a complete novelty and make me say, "I never realized my loss till this moment"? The same leg is cut off time after time.”
                            
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                                C.S. Lewis
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“To walk out of His will is to walk into nowhere.”
                            
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                                C.S. Lewis
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“No interviews without appointments except between nine and ten PM on the second Saturdays.”
                            
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                                C.S. Lewis
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“I was with book, as a woman is with child.”
                            
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                                C.S. Lewis
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“I have said that she had no face; but that meant she had a thousand faces”
                            
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“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.”
                            
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                                C.S. Lewis
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“In reading great literature I become a thousand men and yet remain myself. Like the night sky in the Greek poem, I see with a myriad eyes, but it is still I who see.”
                            
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                                C.S. Lewis
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“Here at last is the thing I was made for.”
                            
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                                C.S. Lewis
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“You cannot love a fellow creature fully till you love God.”
                            
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                                C.S. Lewis
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“You do not see as quite as well as you think.”
                            
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                                C.S. Lewis
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“Please,' she said, 'You're so beautiful. You may eat me if you like. I'd rather be eaten by you than fed by anyone else.”
                            
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                                C.S. Lewis
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“The road to the promised land runs past Sinai. The moral law may exist to be transcended: but there is no transcending it for those who have not first admitted its claims up on them, and then tried with all their strength to meet that claim, and fairly and squarely faced the fact of their failure.”
                            
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                                C.S. Lewis