Aim at heaven, and you will get earth thrown in; aim at earth, and you will get neither. -Lewis, C. S.
Quotes :
- "As spirits roam the neighborhoods at night,… "As spirits roam the neighborhoods at night, Let loose upon the Earth till it be light..." - Nicholas Gordon
- "And forget not that the earth delights to feel… "And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair." - Kahlil Gibran
- "Cry ‘Havoc’, and let slip the dogs… "Cry 'Havoc', and let slip the dogs of war, that this foul deed shall smell above the earth with carrion men, groaning for burial" - William Shakespeare
- "It’s only when we truly know and… "It's only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on earth - and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up, we will then begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it was the only one we had." - Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
3 réponses à “Aim at heaven, and you will get earth thrown in; aim at earth, and you will get neither. -Lewis, C. S.”
Cochonfucius
C. S. Lewis also aimed at Malacandra and Perelandra (Mars and Venus, respectively).
dicocitations
Malacandra: Be comforted. It is no doing of yours. You are not great, though you could have prevented a thing so great that Deep Heaven sees it with amazement. Be comforted, small one, in your smallness. He lays no merit on you. Received and be glad. Have no fear, lest your shoulders be bearing this world. Look! It is beneath your head and carries you."
* C. S. Lewis, in Perelandra
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dicocitations
Both the [eldilas'] bodies were naked, and both were free from any sexual characteristics, either primary or secondary. That, one would have expected. But whence came this curious difference between them? He found that he could point to no single feature wherein the difference resided, yet it was impssible to ignore. One could try – Ransom has tried a hundred times – to put it into words.
He has said that Malacandra was like rhythm and Perelandra like melody. He has said that Malacandra affected him like a quantitative, Perelandra like an accentual metre. He thinks that the first held in his hand something like a spear, but the hands of the other were open, with the palms towards him. But I don't know that any of these attempts has helped me much. At all events what Ransom saw at at that moment was the real meaning of gender. …
Still less is gender an imaginative extension of sex. … The real process is the reverse. Gender is a reality, and a more fundemental reality than sex. Sex is, in fact, merely the adaptation to organic life of a fundamental polarity which divides all created beings. Female sex is simply one of the things that have feminine gender; there are many others, and Masculine and Feminine meet us on planes of reality where male and female would be simply meaningless.
Masculine is not attenuated male, nor feminine attenuated female. On the contrary, the male and female of organic creatures are rather faint and blurred reflections of masculine and feminine. Their reporductive functions, their differences in strength and size, partly exhibit, but partly also confuse and misrepresent, the real polarity. All this Ransom saw, as it were, with is own eyes.
The two white creatures were sexless. But he of Malacandra was masculine (not male); she of Perelandra was feminine (not female). Malacandra seemed to him to have the look of one standing armed, at the ramparts of his own remote archaic world, in ceaseless vigilance, his eyes ever roaming the earth-ward horizon whence his danger came long ago. "A sailor's look," Ransom once said to me; "you know . . . eyes that are impregnated with distance."
But the eyes of Perelandra opened, as it were, inward, as if they wre the curtained gateway to a world of waves and murmurings and wandering airs, of life that rocked in winds and splashed on mossy stones and descended as the dew and arose sunward in thin-spun delicacy of mist. On Mars the very forests are of stone; in Venus the lands swim. For now he thought of them no more as Malacandra and Perelandra. He called them by their Tellurian names. With deep wonder he thought to himself, "My eyes have seen Mars and Venus. I have seen Ares and Aphrodite."
* C. S. Lewis, in Perelandra (paragraph separation added)