The Chronicles of Narnia


‘That you will, dearie, and no mistake,’ said Mrs Beaver; ‘If there’s anyone who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, they’re either braver than most of else just silly.’
‘Then he isn’t safe?’ said Lucy.
‘Safe?’ said Mr. Beaver; ‘don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you’
— C.S. Lewis, The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe, Chap. 8 “What happened after Dinner”

”Tis no question what thou wantest, Cor, nor I either. ‘Tis in course of law.’
‘But, Father, couldn’t you make whichever you like to be the next King?’
‘No. The King’s under the law, for it’s the law makes him a king. Hast no more power to start away from thy crown than any sentry from his post.’
— C.S. Lewis, King Lune to Cor, in The Horse and His Boy, Chap. 15 “Rabadash the Ridiculous”

‘For this is what it means to be a king: to be first in every desperate attack and last in every desperate retreat, and when there’s hunger in the land (as must be now and then in bad years) to wear finer clothes and laugh louder over a scantier meal than any man in your land’ — C.S. Lewis, King Lune to Cor, in The Horse and His Boy, Chap. 15 “Rabadash the Ridiculous”

‘Thimbles and thunderstorms!’ cried Trumpkin in a rage. ‘Is that how you speak to the King? Send me, Sire, I’ll go.’
‘But I thought you didn’t believe in the Horn, Trumpkin,’ said Caspian.
‘No more I do, your Majesty. But what’s that got to do with it? I might as well die on a wild goose chase as die here. You are my King. I know the difference between giving advice and taking orders. You’ve had my advice, and now it’s the time for orders.’
— C.S. Lewis, Prince Caspian, Chap. 7 “Old Narnia in Danger”

‘And what I want to say is this, that I’m the King’s man; and if this parliament of owls is any sort of plot against the King, I’m having nothing to do with it’ — C.S. Lewis, Eustace in The Silver Chair, Chap. 4 “A Parliament of Owls”

‘Oh, if only we knew!’, said Jill.
‘I think we do know,’ said Puddleglum.
‘Do you mean you think everthing will come right if we do untie him?’ said Scrubb.
‘I don’t know about that,’ said Puddleglum, ‘You see, Aslan didn’t tell Pole what would happen. He only told her what to do’
— C.S. Lewis, The Silver Chair, Chap. 11 “In the Dark Castle”

‘You met the Witch?’ said Aslan in a low voice which had the threat of a growl in it.
‘She woke up,’ said Digory wretched. And then, turning very white, ‘I mean, I woke her.’
— C.S. Lewis, The Magician’s Nephew, Chapter 11, “Digory and His Uncle are both in Trouble”

‘My good Horse, you’ve lost nothing but your self-conceit. No, no, cousin. Don’t put back your ears and shake your mane at me. If you are really so humbled as you sounded a minute ago, you must learn to listen to sense.’ — C.S. Lewis, The Hermit to Bree, in The Horse and His Boy, Chapter 10 “The Hermit of the Southern March”

‘Oh, Adam’s sons, how cleverly you defend yourselves against all that might do you good!’ — C.S. Lewis, Aslan, in The Magician’s Nephew, Chapter 14 “The Planting of the Tree”

‘To know what would have happened, child?’ said Aslan. ‘No. Nobody is ever told that. . . But anyone can find out what will happen,’ — C.S. Lewis, Prince Caspian, Chapter 10 “The Return of the Lion”

‘I was with him in his last hour and he gave me this message to your Majesty: to remember that all worlds draw to an end and that noble death is a treasure which no one is too poor to buy.’ — C.S. Lewis, a message from Roonwit the Centaur to Prince Tirian, in The Last Battle, Chapter 8 “What News the Eagle Brought”

`I’m sure Aslan would have, if you’d asked him,’ said Fledge.
`Wouldn’t he know without being asked?’ said Polly.
`I’ve no doubt he would,’ said the Horse (still with his mouth full). `But I’ve a sort of idea he likes to be asked.’
— C.S. Lewis, The Magician’s Nephew, Chapter 12, “Strawberry’s Adventure”

‘But, first, remember, remember, remember the signs. Say them to yourself when you wake in the morning and when you lie down at night, and when you wake in the middle of the night.’ — C.S. Lewis, Aslan to Jill, in The Silver Chair, Chapter 2 “Jill is Given a Task”

“Will you promise not to — do anything to me, if I do come?” said Jill.
“I make no promise,” said the Lion.

“Do you eat girls?” she said.
“I have swallowed up girls and boys, woman and men, kings and emperors, cities and realms,” said the Lion. It didn’t say this as if it were boasting, nor as if it were sorry, nor as if it were angry. It just said it.
— C.S. Lewis, The Silver Chair, Chapter 2 “Jill is Given a Task”

‘And the signs which you have learned here will not look at all as you expect them to look, when you meet them there. That is why it is so important to know them by heart and pay no attention to appearances. Remember the signs and believe the signs. Nothing else matters . . .’ — C.S. Lewis, The Silver Chair, Chapter 2 “Jill is Given a Task”

Shasta’s heart fainted at these words for he felt he had no strength left. And he writhed inside at what seemed the cruelty and unfairness of the demand. He had not yet learned that if you do one good deed your reward usually is to be set to do another and harder and better one. — C.S. Lewis, The Horse and His Boy, Chapter 10 “The Hermit of the Southern March”

I know by my art that you will find King Lune straight ahead. But run, run: always run. — C.S. Lewis, The Hermit to Shasta, in The Horse and His Boy, Chapter 10 “The Hermit of the Southern March”

`We’d have gotten down under those paving stones somehow or other. Aslan’s instructions always work: there are no exceptions. But how to do it now — that’s another matter’ — C.S. Lewis, Puddleglum, in The Silver Chair, Chapter 11 “The House of Harfang”

But the Witch looked as if, in a way, she understood the music better than any of them. Her mouth was shut, her lips were pressed together, and her fists were clenched. Ever since the song began she had felt this whole world was filled with a Magic different from hers and stronger. She hated it. She would have smashed that whole world, or all worlds, to pieces, if it would only stop the singing. — C.S. Lewis, The Magician’s Nephew, Chapter 8, “The Fight at the Lamp-Post”

A voice had begun to sing.

‘Gawd!’ said the Cabby. ‘Ain’t it lovely?’

`Glory be!’ said the Cabby. `I’d ha’ been a better man all my life if I’d known there were things like this’.

`’Old your noise, everyone,’ said the Cabby, `I want to listen to the moosic.’
— C.S. Lewis, The Magician’s Nephew, Chapter 8, “The Fight at the Lamp-Post”

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