What began the change was the very writing itself. Let no one lightly set about such a work. Memory, once waked, will play the tyrant.
C.S. LewisTags: writing
And so to my fool's bed. What was that? No, no, not a girl crying in the garden. No one, cold, hungry, and banished, was shivering there, longing and not daring to come in. It was the chains swinging at the well. It would be folly to get up and go out and call again: Psyche, Psyche, my only love. I am a great queen. I have killed a man. I am drunk like a man. All warriors drink deep after the battle. Bardia's lips on my hand were like the touch of lightning. All great princes have mistresses and lovers. There's the crying again. No, it's only the buckets at the well. "Shut the window, Poobi. To your bed, child. Do you love me, Poobi? Kiss me good night. Good night." The king's dead. He'll never pull my hair again. A straight thrust and then a cut in the leg. That would have killed him. I am the Queen; I'll kill Orual too.
C.S. LewisI felt ashamed."
"But of what? Psyche, they hadn't stripped you naked or anything?"
"No, no, Maia. Ashamed of looking like a mortal -- of being a mortal."
"But how could you help that?"
"Don't you think the things people are most ashamed of are things they can't help?
Doubtless, by definition, God was Reason itself. But would he also be "reasonable" [...]
C.S. LewisTags: god
I was allowed to play at philosophy no longer.
C.S. LewisI think He made one law of that kind in order that there might be obedience. In all these other matters what you call obeying Him is but doing what seems good in your eyes also. Is love content with that? You do them, indeed, because they are His will, but not only because they are his will. Where can you taste the joy of obeying unless he bids you do something for which His bidding is the only reason?
C.S. LewisTags: free-will
Why, if you are interested in the country only for the sake of painting it, you'll never learn to see the country.
C.S. LewisTags: art the-great-divorce
Don't let your happiness depend on something you may lose.
C.S. LewisReality is harsh to the feet of shadows. But will you come?
C.S. LewisTags: shadowfeet
That is one of the functions of art: to present what the narrow and desperately practical perspectives of real life exclude.
C.S. LewisTags: art
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