C. S. Lewis Quotes about Memories

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The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them; it was not in them, it only came through them,and what came through them was longing. These things—the beauty, the

The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them; it was not in them, it only came through them,and what came through them was longing. These things—the beauty, the memory of our own past—are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself they turn into dumb idols,breaking the hearts of their worshippers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited.

C. S. Lewis

Country, Memories, Flower

Something quite unexpected has happened. It came this morning early. For various reasons, not in themselves at all mysterious, my heart was lighter than it had been for many weeks. ... And suddenly, at the very moment when, so far, I mourned H. least, I remembered her best. Indeed it was something (almost) better than memory; an instantaneous, unanswerable impression. To say it was like a meeting would be going too far. Yet there was that in it which tempts one to use those words. It was as though the lifting of the sorrow removed a barrier.

C. S. Lewis

Morning, Memories, Heart

And how could we endure to live and let time pass if we were always crying for one day or one year to come back--if we did not know that every day in a life fills the whole life with expectation and memory and that these are that day?

C. S. Lewis

Memories, Years, Expectations

C.S. Lewis (1996). “Out of the Silent Planet”, p.75, Simon and Schuster

Five senses; an incurably abstract intellect; a haphazardly selective memory; a set of preconceptions and assumptions so numerous that I can never examine more than a minority of them - never become even conscious of them all.

C. S. Lewis

Memories, Five Senses, Minorities

C.S. Lewis (2012). “A Grief Observed”, p.31, Faber & Faber

What began the change was the very writing itself. Let no one lightly set about such a work. Memory, once waked, will play the tyrant.

C. S. Lewis

Memories, Writing, Play

C. S. Lewis (1980). “Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold”, p.259, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

When the voice of your friend or the page of your book sinks into democratic equality with the pattern of the wallpaper, the feel of your clothes, your memory of last night, and the noises from the road, you are falling asleep. The highly selective consciousness enjoyed by fully alert men, with all its builded sentiments and consecrated ideals, has as much to be called real as the drowsy chaos, and more.

C. S. Lewis

Dream, Memories, Real

C.S. Lewis (2005). “A Preface to Paradise Lost”, p.130, Atlantic Publishers & Dist

A pleasure is full grown only when it is remembered. You are speaking, Hmán, as if pleasure were one thing and the memory another. It is all one thing.

C. S. Lewis

Memories, Pleasure, Remembered

"Out of the Silent Planet". Book by C. S. Lewis, 1938.