C.S. Lewis (November 29, 1898 - November 22, 1963)
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All mortals tend to turn into the things they are pretending to be.
Every one says forgiveness is a lovely idea, until they have something to forgive.
"But that would be putting the clock back," gasped the Governor. "Have you no idea of progress, of development?" "I have seen them both in an egg, " said Caspian. "We call it Going Bad in Narnia."
This is one of the miracles of love: It gives a power of seeing through its own enchantments and yet not being disenchanted.
Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art, like the universe itself (for God did not need to create). It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.
We were fortunate the rain came early. If it had come after three or four innings, we probably would have needed to shut Steven down.
We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dream. Wandering by lone sea breakers, and sitting by desolate streams. World losers and world forsakers, for whom the pale moon gleams. Yet we are movers and the shakers of the world forever it seems.
I wonder if any of them can tell from just looking at me that all I am is the sum total of my pain, a raw woundedness so extreme that it might be terminal. It might be terminal velocity, the speed of the sound of a girl falling down to a place from where she can't be retrieved. What if I am stuck down here for good?