Theology offers you a working arrangement, which leaves the scientist free to continue his experiments and the Christian to continue his prayers.

You can't see anything properly while your eyes are blurred with tears.

Grief is like a bomber circling round and dropping its bombs each time the circle brings it overhead; physical pain is like the steady barrage on a trench in World War One, hours if it with no let-up for a moment. Thought is never static pain often is... is it not yet enough?

Gone! And you and I quite crestfallen. It’s always like that, you can’t keep him; it’s not as if he were a tame lion.

Do not look sad. We shall meet soon again." "Please, Aslan", said Lucy,"what do you call soon?" "I call all times soon" said Aslan; and instantly he was vanished away.

Remember He is the artist and you are the picture. You can’t see it, you can't see your true self. So quietly submit to be painted.

Freedom always comes with a price.