Some Quotes

'He looked long and searchingly at me, but never so tenderly since those old days when he used to sing The Moon's gone down...I on his knee.

"Well. You have a secret from me," he said in the end. "No, don't turn away from me. Did you think I would try to press or conjure it out of you? Never that. Friends must be free. My tormenting you to find it would build a worse barrier between us than your hiding it. Some day - but you must obey the god within you, not the god within me. There, do not weep. I shall not cease to love you if you have a hundred secrets. I'm an old tree and my best branches were lopped off me the day I became a slave. You and Psyche were all that remained. Now - alas, poor Psyche! I see no way to her now. But I'll not lose you."'

Page 189, Till We Have Faces, by Clive Staples Lewis

'"Then why did you not tell me? A word from you would have sufficed. Or are you like the gods who will speak only when it is too late?"

"Tell you?" she said, looking at me with a sort of proud wonder. "Tell you? and so take away from him his work, which was his life (for what's any woman to a man and a soldier in the end?) and all his glory and his great deeds? Make a child and a dotard of him? Keep him to myself at that cost? Make him so mine that he was no longer his?"

"And yet - he would have been yours."

"But I would be his. I was his wife, not his doxy. He was my husband, not my house-dog. He was to live the life he thought best and fittest for a great man; not that which would most pleasure me. You have taken Ilerdia now too. He will turn his back on his mother's house more and more; he will seek strange lands, and be occupied with matters I don't understand, and go where I can't follow, and be daily less mine; more his own and the world's. Do you think I'd lift up my little finger if lifting it would stop it?"

"And you could - and you can - bear that?"

"You ask that? Oh, Queen Orual, I begin to think you know nothing of love. Or no; I'll not say that. Yours is the Queen's love, not commoners'. Perhaps you who spring from the gods love like the gods. Like the Shadowbrute. They say the loving and the devouring are all one, don't they?"

"Woman," said I, "I saved his life. Thankless fool! You'd have been widowed many a year sooner if I'd not been there one day on the field of Ingarn - and got that wound which still aches at every change of weather. Where are your scars?"

"Where a woman's are when she has borne eight children. Yes. Saved his life. Why, you had use for it. Thrift, Queen Orual. Too good a sword to throw away. Faugh! You're full fed. Gorged with other men's lives; women's too. Bardia's; mine; the Fox's; your sister's; both your sisters'."'

Pages 274-275, Till We Have Faces, by Clive Staples Lewis

This, by right, should be in my other blog, but I think I'm too lazy to do a book review. :P So I'm just writing down the quotes. Haha. This is a very sad story by the way. Hmm...

I am not a hedonist; I don't intend to seek after pleasure all my life. God didn't intend for me to do that anyway. I realised that a lot of people don't see life in my way. Sure, being happy is good, but if we place pleasure on the top of our list of life's priorities, God no longer becomes the main focus in our lives. We'll gradually forget about Him. I don't want to be sad, but I believe that sometimes God puts me in difficult times to guide me back to the correct path. There are some who stray away instead, but those who return become stronger. :)

Sorry this is a bit out of point, but can JUNIORETTE please give me her blog address?? I give up! I can't find your blog!! :P:P:P