Charissa

“Please, Aslan," said Lucy, "what do you call soon?"
"I call all times soon", said Aslan.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader

“You’re right,” sighed Alistair. “I wouldn’t. I would like to know. But I’m scared of what I’ll see.” “If you open your eyes, Alistair Calix-son, you will see me.” So Alistair turned to that voice. After a struggle, he discovered his own face, felt his own eyelids pressing down, shielding his vision. That moment took more courage than any other in his life so far, more than the climb into goblin-infested Gaheris, more than stepping into the Netherworld, more even than throwing himself at the slavering Black Dog. For once the deed was done, he knew there could be no going back. But then, really, when all was lost, what had he to fear? Alistair opened his eyes. And he saw the Lumil Eliasul.”
― Anne Elisabeth Stengl, Dragonwitch

“Even the Lion wept: great Lion-tears, each tear more precious than the Earth would be if it was a single solid diamond.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Silver Chair (Chronicles of Narnia, #6)

“One of the strangest things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live for ever and ever and ever. One knows it sometimes when one gets up at the tender, solemn dawn-time and goes out and stands alone and throws one's head far back and looks up and up and watches the pale sky slowly changing and flushing and marvelous unknown things happening until the East almost makes one cry out and one's heart stands still at the strange, unchanging majesty of the rising of the sun - which has been happening every morning for thousands and thousands of years. One knows it then for a moment or so. And one knows it sometimes when one stands by oneself in a wood at sunset and the mysterious deep gold stillness slanting through and under the branches seems to be saying slowly again and again something one cannot quite hear, however much one tries. Then sometimes the immense quiet of the dark blue at night with millions of stars waiting and watching makes one sure; and sometimes a sound of far-off music makes it true; and sometimes a look in someone's eyes.”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden