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Read ‘A Grief Observed’ try not to cry challenge
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thomasstaples · 1 month
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Is there an active C.S. Lewis fandom on here?
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trailofleaves · 1 month
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"You never know how much you really believe anything until its truth or falsehood becomes a matter of life and death to you. […] Only a real risk tests the reality of a belief." — C. S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
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"No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear... Perhaps, more strictly, like suspense," Lewis wrote. "Or like waiting; just hanging about waiting for something to happen. It gives life a permanently provisional feeling. It doesn't seem worth starting anything. I can't settle down."
Kyo Maclear, Birds Art Life: A Year of Observation (C. S. Lewis’s A Grief Observed) 
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lewisiana · 5 months
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Masculine and Feminine
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It is arrogance in us to call frankness, fairness, and chivalry ‘masculine’ when we see them in a woman.
It is arrogance in them to describe a man’s sensitiveness or tact or tenderness as ‘feminine’.
-C.S. Lewis
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lightthewaybackhome · 3 months
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A Grief Observed by C.S. Lewis My rating: 5 of 5 stars What a raw and human book. I don't know anyone who has lost someone who hasn't passed through all or at least elements of this book. I am thankful Lewis decided to share something so personal because it allows the reader to work through these stages of grief with that "little laugh in the dark" that is a companion. The book starts out quite dark. Lewis questions his faith, God, and all that he has understood. By the end, he has found faith and God, or has been found by God and assured. I loved how he described how we probably don't have a clue what is actually real and happening. I loved how he found a way to remember H. that honored her and their love. And I loved the reminder that we are being trained here to learn to love God himself and not as a means to an end. If you are grieving, the start of this book is haunting. Keep going. Hope, faith, and love win in the end. View all my reviews
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woundgallery · 1 year
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C.S. Lewis from A Grief Observed
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No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing. At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in. It is so uninteresting. Yet I want the others to be about me. I dread the moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another and not to me. There are moments, most unexpectedly, when something inside me tries to assure me that I don’t really mind so much, not so very much, after all. Love is not the whole of a man’s life. I was happy before I ever met H. I’ve plenty of what are called ‘resources’. People get over these things. Come, I shan’t do so badly. One is ashamed to listen to this voice but it seems for a little to be making out a good case. Then comes a sudden jab of red-hot memory and all this ‘commonsense’ vanishes like an ant in the mouth of a furnace. On the rebound one passes into tears and pathos. Maudlin tears. I almost prefer the moments of agony. These are at least clean and honest. But the bath of self-pity, the wallow, the loathsome sticky-sweet pleasure of indulging it—that disgusts me. And even while I’m doing it I know it leads me to misrepresent H. herself. Give that mood its head and in a few minutes I shall have substituted for the real woman a mere doll to be blubbered over. Thank God the memory of her is still too strong (will it always be too strong?) to let me get away with it.
- C. S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
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giffingthingsss · 6 months
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It is often thought that the dead see us. And we assume, whether reasonably or not, that if they see us at all they see us more clearly than before. Does [Joy] now see exactly how much froth or tinsel there was in what she called, and I call, my love? So be it. Look your hardest, dear. I wouldn’t hide if I could. We didn’t idealize each other. We tried to keep no secrets. You knew most of the rotten places in me already. If you now see anything worse, I can take it. So can you. Rebuke, explain, mock, forgive. For this is one of the miracles of love... a power of seeing through its own enchantments and yet not being disenchanted.
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ruffles23 · 8 months
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I have no photograph of her that’s any good. I cannot even see her face distinctly in my imagination. Yet the odd face of some stranger seen in a crowd this morning may come before me in vivid perfection the moment I close my eyes tonight. No doubt, the explanation is simple enough. We have seen the faces of those we know best so variously, from so many angles, in so many lights, with so many expressions—waking, sleeping, laughing, crying, eating, talking, thinking—that all the impressions crowd into our memory together and cancel out into a mere blur. But her voice is still vivid. The remembered voice—that can turn me at any moment to a whimpering child.
- A Grief Observed by C.S. Lewis
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Re reading ‘A Grief Observed’ try not to scream and cry challenge Part Two.
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thomasstaples · 28 days
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C.S. Lewis, in a letter to Father Peter Milward, 25th Dec 1959.
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noisiamoinfinito · 1 year
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Se ci venisse proibito il sale, probabilmente non ne sentiremmo la mancanza più in una pietanza che in un’altra. Tutto il cibo sarebbe diverso, ogni giorno, ad ogni pasto. Ora è lo stesso. È l’atto di vivere che è diverso in ogni momento. La sua assenza è come il cielo: si stende sopra ogni cosa.
- Diario di un dolore, CS Lewis
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trailofleaves · 1 month
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"I, or any mortal at any time, may be utterly mistaken as to the situation he is really in." — C. S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
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lewisiana · 5 months
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Chuckle in the Darkness
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Heaven will solve our problems, but not, I think, by showing us subtle reconciliations between all our apparently contradictory notions. The notions will all be knocked from under our feet. We shall see that there never was any problem. And, more than once, that impression which I can’t describe except by saying that it’s like the sound of a chuckle in the darkness. The sense that some shattering and disarming simplicity is the real answer.
-C.S. Lewis
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