Reality, looked at steadily, is unbearable.

When we lose one blessing, another is often most unexpectedly given in its place.

You Too? I thought I was the only one.

Puddleglum's my name. But it doesn't matter if you forget it. I can always tell you again.

If I had really cared as I thought I did about the sorrows of the world I should not have been so overwhelmed when my own sorrow came- I thought I trusted the rope until it mattered to me whether it would bear me, now it matters and I find I didn't.

This is one of the miracles of love: It gives a power of seeing through its own enchantments and yet not being disenchanted.

The more pride we have, the more other people’s pride irritates us