C.S. Lewis in Prince Caspian: But all night Aslan and the Moon gazed upon each other with joyful and unblinking eyes.
Though hers was no primal radiance, it so hampered the evil things, that I walked in safety. For light is yet light, if but the last of a countless series of reflections. George MacDonald (Lilith)
My father always said when someone dies the body is just a suit of old cloths the spirit doesn’t want anymore. But there we were, half killing ourselves to find a grave, and as cautious as we could be about where we put our feet. We worked a good while at putting things to rights. […]
Well, as you may suppose, the war was over before it was begun, the Old Wise Person being found. When it was discovered that she had taken Knuta away to cure him of a bad habit of crying for the moon, and had merely forgotten to return him before, she was forgiven; and the Next […]
From Bonhoeffer by Eric Mataxas (page 19): Sometimes in the evenings they played ball games with the village children in the meadow. Inside they played guessing games and sang folk songs. They “watched the mists from the meadows waft and rise along the fir-trees,” Sabine noted, and they watched dusk fall. When the moon appeared, […]