"When the days were at their darkest, I couldn't imagine believing in light again.
But as with all natural things, I suppose, my faith is returning, and I find that my heart and my head need to be put to use again."
"I can't imagine being so certain in my belief," Sorrel said. "I'm jealous, I suppose, of yours."...
"Your faith couldn't be much stronger, my little gardener, you just don't give it a name."
-From The Forbidden Garden by Ellen Herrick, p. 271
“It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird:
it would be a jolly
sight harder for it to learn to fly
while remaining an egg.
We are like
eggs at present.
And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an
ordinary, decent egg.
We must be hatched or go bad. ”
- C. S. Lewis, from Mere Christianity, (p. 198-199, or 170-171, depending on edition)
