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In the next life....

... I want a brain like C.S. Lewis.  Period.


"Are not all lifelong friendships born at the moment when at last you meet another human being who has some inkling (but faint and uncertain even in the best) of that something which you were born desiring, and which, beneath the flux of other desires and in all the momentary silences between the louder passions, night and day, year by year, from childhood to old age, you are looking for, watching for, listening for?  You have never had it.  All the things that have ever deeply possessed your soul have been but hints of it -- tantalising glimpses, promises never quite fulfilled, echoes that died away just as they caught your ear.  But if it should really become manifest -- if there ever came an echo that did not die away but swelled into the sound itself -- you should know it.  Beyond all possibility of doubt you would say 'Here at last is the thing I was made for.'"

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"If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world."

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"There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind."

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"To love at all is to be vulnerable.  Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken.  If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal.  Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements.  Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness.  But in the casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change.  It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.  To love is to be vulnerable."

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"Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: "What!  You too?  I thought I was the only one."

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