The harder you tried not to think, the more you thought.

But as for Lucy, she was always gay and golden-haired, and all princes in those parts desired her to be their Queen, and her own people called her Queen Lucy the Valiant.

You find out the strength of a wind by trying to walk against it, not by lying down.

Thus, and not otherwise, the world was made. Either something or nothing must depend on individual choices.

We're free Narnians, Hwin and I, and I suppose, if you're running away to Narnia you want to be one too. In that case Hwin isn't your horse any longer. One might just as well say you're her human.

You have not chosen one another, but I have chosen you for one another.

Well, you know how it feels if you begin hoping for something that you want desperately badly; you almost fight against the hope because it is too good to be true; you've been disappointed so often before.