Slowly, quietly, like snow-flakesโlike the small flakes that come when it is going to snow all night โlittle flakes of me, my impressions, my selections, are settling down on the image of her. The real shape wil be quite hidden in the end.
C. S. LewisWhen the opposite of your prayer occurs, your prayer hasn't been ignored; it's been considered & refused for your ultimate good.
C. S. LewisBut now I discovered the wonderful power of wine. I understood why men become drunkards. For the way it worked on me was not at all that it blotted out these sorrows, but that it made them seem glorious and noble, like sad music, and I somehow great and revered for feeling them.
C. S. Lewis