I sometimes think that writing is like driving a sheep down the road. If there's any gate open to the left or the right the reader will most certainly go into it.
Hell begins with a grumbling mood, always complaining, always blaming others... but you are still distinct from it. You may even criticize it in yourself and wish you could stop it. But there may come...
Literary experience heals the wound, without undermining the privilege, of individuality.
Atheism turns out to be too simple. If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning...
If God thinks this state of war in the universe a price worth paying for free will - that is, for making a live world in which creatures can do real good or harm and something of real importance can h...
The pain I feel now is the happiness I had before. That's the deal.
destines them to eternity. He therefore, I believe, wants them to attend chiefly to two things, to eternity itself, and to that point of time, which they call the Present. For the Present is the point...
When I lay these questions before God I get no answer. But a rather special sort of 'No answer.' It is not the locked door. It is more like a silent, certainly not uncompassionate, gaze. As though He...
The Christian does not think God will love us because we are good, but that God will make us good because He loves us.
You cannot love a fellow creature fully till you love God.
Try to exclude the possibility of suffering which the order of nature and the existence of free-wills involve, and you find that you have excluded life itself.
The moment you have a self at all, there is a possibility of putting yourself first - wanting to be the centre - wanting to be God, in fact. That was the sin of Satan: and that was the sin he taught t...
Talk to me about the truth of religion and I'll listen gladly. Talk to me about the duty of religion and I'll listen submissively. But don't come talking to me about the consolations of religion or I...
Prosperity knits a man to the world. He feels that he is finding his place in it, while really it is finding its place in him.
One day, you will be old enough to start reading fairytales again.
Lucy went first, biting her lip and trying not to say all the things she thought of saying to Susan. But she forgot them when she fixed her eyes on Aslan.
Love may forgive all infirmities and love still in spite of them: but Love cannot cease to will their removal.
It is better to forget about yourself altogether.
Feelings, and feelings, and feelings. Let me try thinking instead.
Faith, in the sense in which I am here using the word, is the art of holding on to things your reason has once accepted, in spite of your changing moods.