Inspirational Quotes by C.S. Lewis
“فقط یک کلمه بگویم خانم! فقط یک کلمه. شهر چه گفتی کاملا درست است، شک ندارم. من موجودی هستم که همیشه دوست داشته بدترین را بشناسد و بهترین شکل را به آن بدهد. بنابراین هیچ یک از حرفهای تو را انکار نمی کنم. اما با این حال یک چیز دیگر هست که باید گفته شود. فرض کنیم که ما فقط خواب دیده ایم، یا همه چیز را از خودمان در آورده ایم - همه ی آن چیز ها را - درخت ها را، چمن و خورشید و ماه و ستاره و خود اصلان را . فرض کنیم که این کار را کرده ایم. در این صورت تنها چیزی که می توانم بگویم این است که چیزهای ساختگی خیلی مهمتر از چیزهای حقیقی است. فرض کنیم این گودال سیاهِ قلمروی تو تنها جهانِ ممکن باشد. خب! چنین جهانی به نظر من جهان بسیار زشتی است و وقتی خوب فکرش را بکنی مضحک است. اگر تو درست می گویی که ما فقط بچه هایی هستیم که یک بازی را اجرا می کنیم، درست ولی ما جهار تا بچه یک بازی را راه می اندازیم که میتواند جهان حقیقی تو را توخالی کند. برای همین است که من از جهان بازی دفاع خواهم کرد. من حتی اگر هیچ اصلانی برای رهبری این جهانِ بازی وجود نداشته باشد، باز هم طرف اصلان را خواهم گرفت؛ چون میخواهم تا جایی که بشود مثل یک نارنیایی زندگی کنم”
“Men are different. They propound mathematical theorems in beleaguered cities, conduct metaphysical arguments in condemned cells, make jokes on scaffolds, discuss the last new poem while advancing to the walls of Quebec, and comb their hair at Thermopylae. This is not panache; it is our nature.”
― C.S. Lewis ,
from The Weight of Glory
“The girl's called Jill," said the Owl, as loud as it could. "What's that?" said the Dwarf. "The girls are all killed! I don't believe a word of it. What girls? Who killed 'em?”
“In the second place, whatever the Lady had intended by by telling them about Harfang, the actual effect on the children was a bad one They could think about nothing but beds and baths and hot meals and how lovely it would be to get indoors. They never talked about Aslan, or even about the lost prince, now. And Jill gave up her habit of repeating the signs over to herself every night and morning. She said to herself, at first, that she was too tired, but she soon forgot all about it. And though you might have expected that the idea of having a good time at Harfang would have made them more cheerful, it really made them more sorry for themselves and more grumpy and snappy with each other and with Puddleglum.”
“Even the Lion wept: great Lion-tears, each tear more precious than the Earth would be if it was a single solid diamond.”
“They had expected to see the grey, heathery slope of the moor going up and up to join the dull autumn sky. Instead, a blaze of sunshine met them. It poured through the doorway as the light of a June day pours into a garage when you open the door. It made the drops of water on the grass glitter like beads and showed up the dirtiness of Jill's tear-stained face. And the sunlight was coming from what certainly did look like a different world- what they could see it. They saw smooth turf, smoother and brighter than Jill had ever seen before, and blue sky and, darting to and fro, things so bright that they might have been jewels or huge butterflies.”
“When we merely say that we are bad, the ‘wrath’ of God seems a barbarous doctrine; as soon as we perceive our badness, it appears inevitable, a mere corollary from God’s goodness.”
“But we want a man hag-ridden by the Future—haunted by visions of an imminent heaven or hell upon earth—ready to break the Enemy’s commands in the present if by so doing we make him think he can attain the one or avert the other—dependent for his faith on the success or failure of schemes whose end he will not live to see. We want a whole race perpetually in pursuit of the rainbow’s end, never honest, nor kind, nor happy now, but always using as mere fuel wherewith to heap the altar of the future every real gift which is offered them in the Present. It”
“And I am sure it is never sadness—a proper, straight natural response to loss—that does people harm, but all the other things, all the resentment, dismay, doubt and self-pity with wh. it is usually complicated. I feel (indeed I tried to say something about it in that lost letter) v. strongly what you say about the ‘curious consolation’ that ‘nothing now can mar’ your joint lives. I sometimes wonder whether bereavement is not, at bottom, the easiest and least perilous of the ways in wh. men lose the happiness of youthful love. For I believe it must always be lost in some way: every merely natural love has to be crucified before it can achieve resurrection and the happy old couples have come through a difficult death and re-birth. But far more have missed the re-birth. Your MS, as you well say, has now gone safe to the Printer.”
“A tree is known by its fruit; or, as we say, the proof of the pudding is in the eating. When we Christians behave badly, or fail to behave well, we are making Christianity unbelievable to the outside world.”
“It was a rich place: as rich as plumcake.”
― C.S. Lewis ,
“They shouted, “Eustace! Eustace! Coo-ee!” till they were hoarse and Caspian blew his horn. “He’s nowhere near or he’d have heard that,” said Lucy with a white face. “Confound the fellow,” said Edmund. “What on earth did he want to slink away like this for?” “But we must do something,” said Lucy. “He may have got lost, or fallen into a hole, or been captured by savages.” “Or killed by wild beasts,” said Drinian. “And a good riddance if he has, say,” muttered Rhince. “Master Rhince,” said Reepicheep, “you never spoke a word that became you less. The creature is no friend of mine but he is of the Queen’s blood, and while he is one of our fellowship it concerns our honor to find him and to avenge him if he is dead.” “Of course we’ve got to find him (if we ),” said Caspian wearily. “That’s the nuisance of it. It means a search party and endless trouble. Bother Eustace.”
― C.S. Lewis ,
“Todas las facultades que tenemos, nuestra capacidad de pensar o de mover nuestros miembros en todo momento nos son dadas por Dios. Si dedicásemos cada momento de nuestra vida exclusivamente a Su servicio no podríamos darle nada que no fuese, en un sentido, Suyo ya.”
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“But inside of the tree itself, in the very sap of it, the tree never forgot that other tree in Narnia to which it belonged. Sometimes it would move mysteriously when there was no wind blowing.”
― C.S. Lewis ,
“I am a star at rest, my daughter,” answered Ramandu. “When I set for the last time, decrepit and old beyond all that you can reckon, I was carried to this island. I am not so old now as I was then. Every morning a bird brings me a fire-berry from the valleys in the Sun, and each fire-berry takes away a little of my age. And when I have become as young as the child that was born yesterday, then I shall take my rising again (for we are at earth’s eastern rim) and once more tread the great dance.” “In our world,” said Eustace, “a star is a huge ball of flaming gas.” “Even in your world, my son, that is not what a star is but only what it is made of. And in”
― C.S. Lewis ,
“Badgers!” said Lucy. “Foxes!” said Edmund. “Rabbits!” said Susan.”
― C.S. Lewis ,
“On a great day the thing that makes it great may fill the least part of it—as a meal takes little time to eat, but the killing, baking, and dressing, and the swilling and scraping after it, take long enough.”
― C.S. Lewis ,
from Till We Have Faces
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Clive Staples Lewis was born in Ireland, in Belfast on 29 November 1898. His mother was a devout Christian and made efforts to influence his beliefs. When she died in his early youth her influence waned and Lewis was subject to the musings and mutterings of his friends who were decidedly agnostic and atheistic. It would not be until later, in a moment of clear rationality that he first came to a belief in God and later became a Christian.
C. S. Lewis volunteered for the army in 1917 and was wounded in the trenches in World War I. After the war, he attended university at Oxford. Soon, he found himself on the faculty of Magdalen College where he taught Mediaeval and Renaissance English.
Throughout his academic career he wrote clearly on the topic of religion. His most famous works include the Screwtape Letters and the Chronicles of Narnia. The atmosphere at Oxford and Cambridge tended to skepticism. Lewis used this skepticism as a foil. He intelligently saw Christianity as a necessary fact that could be seen clearly in science.
"Surprised by Joy" is Lewis's autobiography chronicling his reluctant conversion from atheism to Christianity in 1931.