C. S. Lewis
C. S. Lewis
Clive Staples Lewiswas a British novelist, poet, academic, medievalist, literary critic, essayist, lay theologian, broadcaster, lecturer, and Christian apologist. He held academic positions at both Oxford University, 1925–54, and Cambridge University, 1954–63. He is best known for his fictional work, especially The Screwtape Letters, The Chronicles of Narnia, and The Space Trilogy, and for his non-fiction Christian apologetics, such as Mere Christianity, Miracles, and The Problem of Pain...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth29 November 1898
CountryIreland
Love is something more stern and splendid than mere kindness.
The great thing to remember is that though our feelings come and go God's love for us does not.
If anyone would like to acquire humility, the first step is to realize one is proud. Nothing can be done before it.
God, in the end, gives people what they most want, including freedom from himself. What could be more fair?
Life is too deep for words, so don't try to describe it, just live it.
I think that if God forgives us we must forgive ourselves. Otherwise, it is almost like setting up ourselves as a higher tribunal than Him.
The birth of Christ is the central event in the history of the earth-- the very thing the whole story has been about.
The most dangerous thing you can do is to take any one impulse of your own nature and set it up as the thing you ought to follow at all costs.
The more we let God take us over, the more truly ourselves we become - because He made us. He invented us. He invented all the different people that you and I were intended to be. . .It is when I turn to Christ, when I give up myself to His personality, that I first begin to have a real personality of my own.
When we lose one blessing, another is often most unexpectedly given in its place.
We can never know what might have been but what is to come is another matter entirely
The real test of being in the presence of God is, that you either forget about yourself altogether or see yourself as a small, dirty object.
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.
He died not for men, but for each man. If each man had been the only man made, He would have done no less.