A creature revolting against a creator is revolting against the source of his own powers-including even his power to revolt...It is like the scent of a flower trying to destroy the flower.
C. S. LewisThey were pretty tired by now of course; but not what Iād call bitterly tired ā only slow and feeling very dreamy and tired as one does when one is coming to the end of a long day in the open.
C. S. LewisIt seems to me that we often, almost sulkily, reject the good that God offers us because, at that moment, we expected some other good.
C. S. Lewis