Edwina Kiernan > Edwina's Quotes

“They say Aslan is on the move- perhaps has already landed."
And now a very curious thing happened. None of the children knew who Aslan was any more than you do; but the moment the Beaver had spoken these words everyone felt quite different. Perhaps it has sometimes happened to you in a dream that someone says something which you don't understand but in the dream it feels as if it has some enormous meaning- either a terrifying one which turns the whole dream into a nightmare or else a lovely meaning too lovely to put into words, which makes the dream so beautiful that you remember it all your life and are always wishing you could get into that dream again. It was like that now. At the name of Aslan each one of the children felt something jump in its inside. Edmund felt a sensation of mysterious horror. Peter felt suddenly brave and adventurous. Susan felt as if some delicious smell or some delightful strain of music had just floated by her. And Lucy got the feeling you have when you wake up in the morning and realize that it is the beginning of the holidays or the beginning of summer.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

“Through the grace of God,I'm a victor not a victim.”
― Christy Barritt, Distorted

“Some of us rush through life and some of us saunter through life. Mrs. Vesey sat through life.”
― Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White

“Silence is safe.”
― Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White

“Sympathies that lie too deep for words, too deep almost for thoughts, are touched, at such times, by other charms than those which the senses feel and which the resources of expression can realise.”
― Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White

“Through all the ways of our unintelligible world, the trivial and the terrible walk hand in hand together.”
― Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White

“I roused myself from the book which I was dreaming over rather than reading,”
― Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White

“... our endurance must end, and our resistance begin, to-day.”
― Wilkie Collins, The Woman In White

“The quiet twilight was still trembling on the topmost ridges of the heath; and the view of London below me had sunk into a black gulf in the shadow of the cloudy night, when I stood before the gate of my mother's cottage.”
― Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White

“The clouds were wild in the western heaven, and the wind blew chill from the sea. Far as the shore was, the sound of the surf swept over the intervening moorland, and beat drearily in my ears when I entered the churchyard.”
― Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White

“However, don't despair, Mr. Hartright. This is a matter of curiosity; and you have got a woman for your ally. Under such conditions success is certain, sooner or later.”
― Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White

“They have tried to make me forget everything, Walter; but I remember Marian, and I remember you'--in that moment, I, who had long since given her my love, gave her my life, and thanked God that it was mine to bestow on her.”
― Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White

“The days passed on, the weeks passed on, and the track of the golden autumn wound its bright way visibly through the green summer of the trees.”
― Collins Wilkie, The Woman in White

“Don't doubt my courage, Walter, it's my weakness that cries, not me.”
― Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White

“Our words are giants when they do us an injury, and dwarfs when they do us a service.”
― Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White

“Is prayer your steering wheel or your spare tire?”
― Corrie Ten Boom

“That was a memorable day to me, for it made great changes in me. But it is the same with any life. Imagine one selected day struck out of it, and think how different its course would have been. Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day.”
― Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

“She's the sort of woman who lives for others - you can tell the others by their hunted expression.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters