The complaint was the answer. To have heard myself making it was to be answered. Lightly men talk of saying what they mean…When the time comes to you at which you will be forced at last to utter the speech which has lain at the center of your soul for years, which you have, all that time, idiot-like, been saying over and over, you’ll not talk about joy of words. I saw well why the gods do not speak openly, nor let us answer. Till that need can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
42 of 52.
Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis
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Wow! I heart C.S Lewis! Can't believe you are almost done with your resolution....Keep up the great work. You are inspiring me to try for 6 in 12 months next year...:)
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