Something of God... flows into us from the blue of the sky, the taste of honey, the delicious embrace of water whether cold or hot, and even from sleep itself.
C. S. Lewis
This was bad grammar of course, but that is how beavers talk when they are excited; I mean, in Narnia—in our world they usually don't talk at all.
I had at least loved Psyche truly. There, if nowhere else, I had the right of it and the gods were in the wrong.
No tea cup is big enough nor book long enough for me to be satisfied.
You might think love of humanity in general was safe, but it is not. If you leave out justice you will find yourself breaking agreements and faking evidence in trials for the sake of humanity, and become in the end a cruel and treacherous man.
I do wish," said Lucy, "now that we're not thirsty, we could go on feeling as not-hungry as we did when we were thirsty.
Every good book should be entertaining. A good book will be more; it must not be less. Entertainment…is like a qualifying examination. If a fiction can't provide that, we may be excused from inquiring into its higher qualities.
Eustace stood with his heart beating terribly, hoping and hoping that he would be brave.
Joy is the serious business of Heaven.
At a well in a yard they met a man who was beating a boy. The stick burst into a flower in the mans hand. He tried to drop it, but it stuck to his hand. His arm became a branch, his body the trunk of a tree, his feet took root.
No soul that seriously and constantly desires joy will ever miss it. Those who seek find. To those who knock it is opened.
Pride gets no pleasure out of having something, only out of having more of it than the next man.