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
All that are in Hell, choose it. Without that self-choice there could be no Hell.
Language exists to communicate whatever it can communicate. Some things it communicates so badly that we never attempt to communicate them by words if any other medium is available.
All your life an unattainable ecstasy has hovered just beyond the grasp of your consciousness.
Youth and age touch only the surface of our lives.
Thus we have now for many centuries triumphed over nature to the extent of making certain secondary characteristics of the male (such as the beard) disagreeable to nearly all the females—and there is more in that than you might suppose.
If God is Love, He is, by definition, something more than mere kindness.
The prayer preceding all prayers is 'May it be the real I who speaks. May it be the real Thou that I speak to.'
Hitherto the plans of the educationalists have achieved very little of what they attempted, and indeed we may well thank the beneficent obstinacy of real mothers, real nurses, and (above all) real children for preserving the human race in such sanity as it still possesses.
Our problem with desire is that we want too little.
If you picture Time as a straight line along which we have to travel, then you must think of God as the whole page on which the line is drawn.
Man is to be understood only in his relationship to God.
I want God, not my idea of God.
When golden moments come, when God enables one really to pray without words, who but a fool would reject the gift?
To every soul, God will look like its first love because He IS its first love. Your place in heaven will seem to be made for you and you alone, because you were made for it - made for it stitch by stitch as a glove is made for a hand.