Only the skilled can judge the skillfulness, but that is not the same as judging the value of the result. C. S. Lewis More Quotes by C. S. Lewis More Quotes From C. S. Lewis I'm afraid it's not much use to you, Mr. Rumblebuffin.' Not at all. Not at all.' said the giant politely. 'Never met a nicer hankerchee. C. S. Lewis metsgiantsuse At least he went on saying this till Aslan had loaded him up with three dwarfs, one dryad, two rabbits, and a hedgehog, that steadied him a bit. C. S. Lewis threerabbitstwo I expect you have seen someone put a a lighted match to a bit of newspaper which is propped up in a grate against an unlit fire. And for a second nothing seems to have happened; and then you notice a tiny steak of flame creeping along the edged of the newspaper. It was like that now. C. S. Lewis tinyflamesfire Ah, poor Pole. It's been to much for her, this last bit. Turned her head, I shouldn't wonder. She's beginning to see things. C. S. Lewis poorlastswonder The whole journey was odd and dream-like -- the roaring stream, the wet grey grass, the glimmering cliffs which they were approaching, and always the glorious, silently pacing beast ahead. C. S. Lewis roaringjourneydream Her face was working and twitching with passion, but his looked up at the sky, still quiet, neither angry nor afraid, but a little sad. C. S. Lewis passionskylittles When there came a sound that I'd never heard the like of in all my born days. Eh, I won't forget that. The whole air was full of it, loud as thunder but far longer, cool and sweet as music over water but strong enough to shake the woods. And I said to myself, 'If that's not the Horn, call me a rabbit. C. S. Lewis strongairsweet Kids like us don't often have the chance of meeting a great warrior like you. Would you have a little fencing match with me? It would be frightfully decent. C. S. Lewis warriorwould-bekids She looked at a silver birch: it would have a soft, showery voice and would look like a slender girl, with hair blown all about her face and fond of dancing. She looked at the oak: he would be a wizened, but hearty, old man with a frizzled beard and warts on his fact and hands, with hair growing out of the warts. She looked at the beech under which she was standing. Ah! --she would be the best of all. She would be a gracious goddess, smooth and stately, the Lady of the Wood. C. S. Lewis girlhairmen Oh Trees, Trees, Trees...wake. Don't you remember it? Don't you remember me? Dryads and hamadryads, come out, come [out] to me. C. S. Lewis remember-metreeremember Feeling like the voice she liked best in all the world was calling her name. C. S. Lewis voicenamesfeelings She stepped out from among their shifting confusion of lovely lights and shadows. A circle of grass, smooth as a lawn, met her eyes, with dark trees dancing all around it. And then --Oh Joy! For he was there: the huge Lion, shining white in the moonlight, with his huge black shadow underneath him. C. S. Lewis lighteyedark Certainly, Lu. Whatever you like,' said Peter unexpectedly. This was encouraging, but as Peter instantly rolled round and went to sleep again it wasn't much use. C. S. Lewis peterusesleep Cobbles and kettledrums! ...I hope this madness isn't going to end in a moonlit climb and broken necks. C. S. Lewis necksmadnessbroken and the whole forest would give itself up to jollification for weeks on end. C. S. Lewis weekforestsgiving I see you are an idiot, whatever else you may be. C. S. Lewis lion-witch-wardrobeidiotmay His face had become very red and his mouth and fingers were sticky. He did not look either clever or handsome, whatever the Queen might say. C. S. Lewis queenscleverlooks Edmund, who was becoming a nastier person every minute, thought that he had scored a great success, and went on at once to say, 'There she goes again. What's the matter with her? C. S. Lewis great-successbecomingmatter This was bad grammar of course, but that is how beavers talk when they are excited; I mean, in Narnia--in our world they usually don't talk at all. - The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe C. S. Lewis lionsour-worldmean It was a full moon and, shining on all the snow, it made everything almost as bright as day -- only the shadows were rather confusing. C. S. Lewis shiningmoonsnow
