Always winter but never Christmas.

The whole journey was odd and dream-like -- the roaring stream, the wet grey grass, the glimmering cliffs which they were approaching, and always the glorious, silently pacing beast ahead.

The more often he feels without acting, the less he will be able ever to act, and, in the long run, the less he will be able to feel.

The present is the only time in which any duty may be done or grace received.

A voice had begun to sing. It was very far away and Digory found it hard to decide from what direction it was coming. Sometimes it seemed to come from all directions at once. Sometimes he almost thought it was coming out of the earth beneath them. Its lower notes were deep enough to be the voice of the earth herself. There were no words. It was hardly a tune. But it was beyond comparison, the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

The homemaker has the ultimate career. All other careers exist for one purpose only - and that is to support the ultimate career.

The fact that our heart yearns for something Earth can't supply is proof that Heaven must be our home.