What began the change was the very writing itself. Let no one lightly set about such a work. Memory, once waked, will play the tyrant.

God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is not there. There is no such thing.

It is natural for us to wish that God had designed for us a less glorious and less arduous destiny; but then we are wishing not for more love but for less.

Digory never spoke on the way back, and the others were shy of speaking to him. He was very sad and he wasn't even sure all the time that he had done the right thing; but whenever he remembered the shining tears in Aslan's eyes he became sure.

If we let ourselves, we shall always be waiting for some distraction or other to end before we can really get down to our work.

One of the marks of a certain type of bad man is that he cannot give up a thing himself without wanting everyone else to give it up.

The moment you wake up each morning, all your wishes and hopes for the day rush at you like wild animals. And the first job each morning consists in shoving it all back; in listening to that other voice, taking that other point of view, letting that other, larger, stronger, quieter life come flowing in.