Lewis on Love

[The dwarves] are so afraid of being taken in by unreal happiness, that they cannot be taken out of their real unhappiness. Lewis admits in his Meditation in a Toolshed that ‘we are often deceived by things from the inside [and] having been so often deceived by looking along, are we not well advised to trust only to looking at?’ The Last Battle, like so much of his oeuvre, gives his answer to that question: ‘Often deceived, yet open once again your heart.’ – Michael Ward, Planet Narnia

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless — it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside of Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell. –C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves


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