No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing. ~C.S.Lewis
(on the death of his wife)
There is something horrible, something unfair about death which no religious conviction can overcome. ~Warnie Lewis
(on the death of C.S.Lewis)
"Her Spirits were naturally good, and not easily depressed, and she possessed such a fund of vivacity and good humour as could only be damped by some very serious vexation.- Besides these antidotes against every disappointment, and consolations under them, she had another, which afforded her constant relief in all her misfortunes, and that was a fine shady Bower, the work of her own infantine Labours..." ~from Jane Austen's Catherine, or the Bower
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Sunday, October 3, 2010
on death
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