Something of God... flows into us from the blue of the sky, the taste of honey, the delicious embrace of water whether cold or hot, and even from sleep itself.
C. S. LewisIf they won't write the kind of books we like to read we shall have to write them ourselves.
C. S. LewisDo not be deceived, Wormwood. Our cause is never more in danger than when a human, no longer desiring, but still intending, to do our Enemy's will, looks round upon a universe from which every trace of Him seems to have vanished, and asks why he has been forsaken, and still obeys.
C. S. LewisIf nothing in this world satisfies me, perhaps it is because I was made for another world.
C. S. Lewis