A Grief Observed

by C.S. Lewis

Sorrow, however, turns out to be not a state but a process.

If you’re approaching Him not as the goal but as a road, not as the end but as a means, you’re not really approaching Him at all.

It is not the locked door. It is more like a silent, certainly not uncompassionate, gaze.

‘Peace, child; you don’t understand.’

The notions will all be knocked from under our feet. We shall see that there never was any problem.

For this is one of the miracles of love; it gives—to both, but perhaps especially to the woman—a power of seeing through its own enchantments and yet not being disenchanted.

make an organism which is also a spirit; to make that terrible oxymoron, a ‘spiritual animal.’ To take a poor primate, a beast with nerve-endings all over it, a creature with a stomach that wants to be filled, a breeding animal that wants its mate, and say, ‘Now get on with it. Become a god.’

Poi si tornò all’ eterna fontana.