“I think that if God forgives us we must forgive ourselves. Otherwise, it is almost like setting up ourselves as a higher tribunal than Him.”
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C.S. Lewis
“In our adversity, God shouts to us.”
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C.S. Lewis
“Golly,' said Edmund under his breath, 'He's a retired star.”
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C.S. Lewis
“Literature adds to reality, it does not simply describe it. It enriches the necessary competencies that daily life requires and provides; and in this respect, it irrigates the deserts that our lives have already become.”
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C.S. Lewis
“...a hard heart is no infallible protection against a soft head.”
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C.S. Lewis
“We are all receiving Charity. There is something in each of us that cannot be
naturally loved.”
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C.S. Lewis
“We cannot understand. The best is perhaps what we understand least.”
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C.S. Lewis
“But I will not tell you how long or short the way will be; only that it lies across a river. But do not fear that, for I am the great Bridge Builder.”
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C.S. Lewis
“I expect you have seen someone put a a lighted match to a bit of newspaper which is propped up in a grate against an unlit fire. And for a second nothing seems to have happened; and then you notice a tiny steak of flame creeping along the edged of the newspaper. It was like that now.”
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C.S. Lewis
“To what will you look for help if you will not look to that which is stronger than yourself?”
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C.S. Lewis
“Alas," said Aslan, shaking his head. "It will. Things always work according to their nature. She has won her heart's desire; she has unwearying strength and endless days like a goddess. 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.”
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C.S. Lewis
“And men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins”
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C.S. Lewis
“In those days Mr. Sherlock Holmes was still living in Baker Street and the Bastables were looking for treasure in the Lewisham Road.”
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C.S. Lewis
“Everyone thinks forgiveness is a lovely idea until he has something to forgive.”
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C.S. Lewis
“When they told him this, Ransom at last understood why mythology was what it was -- gleams of celestial strength and beauty falling on a jungle of filth and imbecility.”
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C.S. Lewis
