Lust is a poor, weak, whimpering, whispering thing compared with that richness and energy of desire which will arise when lust has been killed.
C. S. LewisWell, 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.
C. S. LewisFor in self-giving, if anywhere, we touch a rhythm not only of all creation but of all being.
C. S. Lewis