"They say Aslan is on the move - perhaps has already landed."And now a very curious thing happened. None of the children knew who Aslan was any more than you do; but the moment the Beaver had spoken these words everyone felt quite different. Perhaps it has sometimes happened to you in a dream that someone says something which you don't understand but in the dream it feels as if it had some enormous meaning - either a terrifying one which turns the whole dream into a nightmare or else a lovely meaning too lovely to put into words, which makes the dream so beautiful that you remember it all your life and are always wishing you could get into that dream again. It was like that now. At the name of Aslan each one of the children felt something jump in its inside. Edmund felt a sensation of mysterious horror. Peter felt suddenly brave and adventurous. Susan felt as if some delicious smell or some delightful strain of music had just floated by her. And Lucy got the feeling you have when you wake up in the morning and realize that it is the beginning of the holidays or the beginning of summer. -Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe
"Oh, children," said the Lion, "I feel my strength coming back to me. Oh, children, catch me if you can!" He stood for a second, his eyes very bright, his limbs quivering, lashing himself with his tail. Then he made a leap high over their heads and landed on the other side of the Table. Laughing, though she didn't know why, Lucy scrambled over it to reach him. Aslan leaped again. A mad chase began. Round and round the hill-top he led them, now hopelessly out of their reach, now letting them almost catch his tail, now diving between them, now tossing them in the air with his huge and beautifully velveted paws and catching them again, and now stopping unexpectedly so that all three of them rolled over together in a happy laughing heap of fur and arms and legs. It was such a romp as no one has ever had except in Narnia; and whether it was more like playing with a thunderstorm or playing with a kitten Lucy could never make up her mind. And the funny thing was that when all three finally lay together panting in the sun the girls no longer felt in the least tired or hungry or thirsty."And now," said Aslan presently, "to business. I feel I am going to roar. You had better put your fingers in your ears."And they did. And Aslan stood up and when he opened his mouth to roar his face became so terrible that they did not dare to look at it. And they saw all the trees in front of him bend before the blast of his roaring as grass bends in a meadow before the wind. -Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe
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.
Humility is not thinking less of yourself, it's thinking of yourself less.
A man can no more diminish God's glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, 'darkness' on the walls of his cell.
There are two kinds of people: those who say to God, 'Thy will be done,' and those to whom God says, 'All right, then, have it your way.'
You can't get a cup of tea big enough or a book long enough to suit me.
Courage is not simply one of the virtues, but the form of every virtue at the testing point.
If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin, and in the end, despair.
Thirty was so strange for me. I've really had to come to terms with the fact that I am now a walking and talking adult.
Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.
I gave in, and admitted that God was God.
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.
Let's pray that the human race never escapes from Earth to spread its iniquity elsewhere.
If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning: just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know it was dark. Dark would be without meaning.
We are what we believe we are.
Nothing that you have not given away will ever be really yours.
The real problem is not why some pious, humble, believing people suffer, but why some do not.
I sometimes wonder whether all pleasures are not substitutes for joy.
Miracles do not, in fact, break the laws of nature.
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.
What we call Man's power over Nature turns out to be a power exercised by some men over other men with Nature as its instrument.
With the possible exception of the equator, everything begins somewhere.
Only a real risk can test the reality of a belief.
