Maxioms by C.s. Lewis
Though our feelings come and go, God’s love for us does not.
Though our feelings come and go, God’s love for us does not.
Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in read more
Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.
Every time you make a choice, you are turning the central part of you, the part of you that chooses, read more
Every time you make a choice, you are turning the central part of you, the part of you that chooses, into something a little different from what it was before. And, taking your life as a whole, with all your innumerable choices, all your life long you are slowly turning this central thing either into a Heaven creature or into a hellish creature -- either into a creature that is in harmony with God, and with other creatures, and with itself, or else into one that is in a state of war and hatred with God, and with its fellow creatures and with itself. To be the one kind of creature is Heaven: that is, it is joy, and peace, and knowledge, and power. To be the other means madness, horror, idiocy, rage, impotence, and eternal loneliness. Each of us at each moment is progressing to the one state or the other.
If, as I can't help suspecting, the dead also feel the pains of separation (and this may be one of read more
If, as I can't help suspecting, the dead also feel the pains of separation (and this may be one of their purgatorial sufferings), then for both lovers, and for all pairs of lovers without exception, bereavement is a universal and integral part of our experience of love.
How incessant and great are the ills with which a prolonged old age is replete.
How incessant and great are the ills with which a prolonged old age is replete.
