Tag Archives: beauty
C. S. LEWIS DAILY: DECEMBER 8
Our nature is no purer for the saint That worships, nor from him that uses ill Our beauty can we suffer any taint. As from the first we were, so are we still: With incorruptibles the mortal will Corrupt itself, … Continue reading
C. S. LEWIS DAILY: NOVEMBER 14
Where moss grows most. Amidst it came, Unearthly sweet, out of the air it seemed, A voice singing to the vibrant string, ‘Forget the grief upon the great water, Card and compass and the cruel rain. Leave that labour; lilies … Continue reading
C. S. LEWIS DAILY: SEPTEMBER 19
When I attempted . . . to describe our spiritual longings, I was omitting one of their most curious characteristics. We usually notice it just as the moment of vision dies away, as the music ends, or as the landscape … Continue reading
C. S. LEWIS DAILY: AUGUST 3
What we call ‘being in love’ is a glorious state, and, in several ways, good for us. It helps to make us generous and courageous, it opens our eyes not only to the beauty of the beloved but to all … Continue reading
C. S. LEWIS DAILY: JUNE 12
On joy In speaking of this desire for our own far-off country, which we find in ourselves even now, I feel a certain shyness. I am almost committing an indecency. I am trying to rip open the inconsolable secret in … Continue reading
C. S. LEWIS DAILY: MAY 6
AS ONE OLDSTER TO ANOTHER Well, yes the old bones ache. There were easier Beds thirty years back. Sleep, then importunate, Now with reserve doles out her favours; Food disagrees; there are draughts in houses. Headlong, the down night train … Continue reading
C. S. LEWIS DAILY: APRIL 22
On God It is always shocking to meet life where we thought we were alone. “Look out!” we cry, “it’s alive.” And therefore this is the very point at which so many draw back—I would have done so myself if … Continue reading
C. S. LEWIS DAILY: MARCH 31
On glory [And this brings me to] the other sense of glory—glory as brightness, splendour, luminosity. We are to shine as the sun, we are to be given the Morning Star. I think I begin to see what it means. … Continue reading
C. S. LEWIS DAILY: FEBRUARY 12
Where we have traditional poetry there will be epithets and metrical devices which are the offspring of no single human temperament; wherever we have ancient poetry at all, there will be language which was commonplace to the writers but which … Continue reading