God has paid us the intolerable compliment of loving us, in the deepest, most tragic, most inexorable sense.

If nothing in this world satisfies me, perhaps it is because I was made for another world.

This is the land of Narnia,' said the Faun, 'where we are now; all that lies between the lamp-post and the great castle of Cair Paravel on the eastern sea.

I want God, not my idea of God.

Christ offers something for nothing: He even offers everything for nothing.

If you do not take the distinction between good and bad very seriously, then it is easy to say that anything you find in this world is a part of God. But, of course, if you think some things really bad, and God really good, then you cannot talk like that. You must believe that God is separate from the world and that some of the things we see in it are contrary to His will.

Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.