Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold

by C.S. Lewis

No one can be sad while they’re using wrist and hand and eye and every muscle of their body.

You do not think I have left off loving you because I now have a husband to love as well? If you would understand it, that makes me love you—why, it makes me love everyone and everything—more.’

‘Well. You have a secret from me,’ he said in the end. ‘No, don’t turn away from me. Did you think I would try to press or conjure it out of you? Never that. Friends must be free. My tormenting you to find it would build a worse barrier between us than your hiding it. Some day—but you must obey the god within you, not the god within me. There, do not weep. I shall not cease to love you if you have a hundred secrets.

A love like that can grow to be nine-tenths hatred and still call itself love.

I stood up then; all wet with a kind of tears that do not flow in this country.