“And no one ever told me about the laziness of grief. Except at my job--where the machine seems to run on much as usual--I loath the slightest effort. Not only writing but even reading a letter is too much.”
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“And Dimble, who had been sitting with his face drawn, and rather white, between the white faces of the two women, and his eyes on the table, raised his head, and great syllables of words that sounded like castles came out of his mouth. Jane felt her hear leap and quiver at them. Everything else in the room seemed to have been intensely quiet; even the bird, and the bear, and the cat, were still, staring at the speaker. The voice did not sound like Dimble's own: it was as if the words spoke themselves through him from some strong place at a distance--or as if they were not words at all but present operations of God, the planets, and the Pendragon. For this was the language spoken before the Fall and beyond the Moon and the meanings were not given to the syllables by chance, or skill, or long tradition, but truly inherent in them as the shape of the great Sun is inherent in the little waterdrop. This was Language herself, as she first sprang at Maleldil's bidding out of the molten quicksilver of the first star called Mercury on Earth, but Viritrilbia in Deep Heaven.”
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“You are never too old to set another goal, or to dream a new dream.”
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“Are the gods not just?"
"Oh no, child. What would become of us if they were?”
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“What we work out in our journals we don’t take out on family and friends.”
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“We live, in fact, in a world starved for solitude, silence, and private: and therefore starved for meditation and true friendship.”
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C.S. Lewis
“What draws people to be friends is that they see the same truth. They share it.”
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“A noble friend is the best gift. A noble enemy is the next best.”
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C.S. Lewis
“There is a kind of happiness and wonder that makes you serious. It is too good to waste on jokes.”
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“Music. A meaningless acceleration in the rhythm of celestial experience.”
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“Child, that is why all the rest are now a horror to her. That is what happens to those who pluck and eat fruits at the wrong time and in the wrong way. Oh, the fruit is good, but they loath it ever after.”
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“The harder you tried not to think, the more you thought.”
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“Most of us, I suppose, have a secret country but for most of us it is only an imaginary country. Edmund and Lucy were luckier than other people in that respect.”
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“You have no idea what an appetite it gives one, being executed.”
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C.S. Lewis
“Love, in its own nature, demands the perfecting of the beloved.”
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