Inspirational Quotes on Narnia

“No, little friend,’ said the Lion. ‘You have not made the first joke, you have only been the first joke.”

“They were making a riotous noise, but it was much more like music - rather advanced music which you don't quite take in at the first hearing - than birds' songs ever are in our world.”

“When I heard the language of men uttered by my mare," continued Aravis, "I said to myself, the fear of death has disordered my reason and subjected me to delusions. And I became full of shame for none of my lineage ought to fear death more than the biting of a gnat. Therefore I addressed myself a second time to the stabbing, but Hwin came near to me and put her head in between me and the dagger and discoursed to me most excellent reasons and rebuked me as a mother rebukes her daughter. And now my wonder was so great that I forgot about killing myself and about Ahoshta and said, 'O my mare, how have you learned to speak like one of the daughters of men?' And Hwin told me what is known to all this company, that in Narnia there are beasts that talk, and how she herself was stolen from thence when she was a little foal. She told me also of the woods and waters of Narnia and the castles and the great ships, till I said, 'In the name of Tash and Azaroth and Zardeenah, Lady of the Night, I have a great wish to be in that country of Narnia,' 'O my mistress,' answered the mare, 'if you were in Narnia you would be happy, for in that land no maiden is forced to marry against her will.”

“-¡Ooh!-dijo Susan-. Pensaba que era un hombre. ¿No es peligroso? Me pone un poco nerviosa la idea de encontrarme con un león. -Lo entiendo, querida, y es comprensible- indicó la señora Castor-, si existe alguien capaz de presentarse ante Aslan sin que le tiemblen las rodillas, o bien es más valiente que la mayoría o es sencillamente un tonto. -Entonces ¿es peligroso?- dijo Lucy. -¿Peligroso?- contestó el señor Castor-. ¿No has oído lo que ha dicho la señora Castor? ¿Quién ha dicho que no sea peligroso? Claro que es peligroso. Pero es bueno. Es el rey, ya os lo he dicho.”

“My sister Susan,” answered Peter shortly and gravely, “is no longer a friend of Narnia.”

“Who's done it?" cried Susan. "What does it mean? Is it more magic?" "Yes!" said a great voice behind their backs . "It is more magic." They looked round. There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself. "Oh, Aslan!" cried both the children, staring up at him, almost as much frightened as they were glad.”

“And the worst thing about it was that you began to feel as if you had always lived on that ship, in that darkness, and to wonder whether sun and blue skies and wind and birds had not been only a dream.”

“Oh, hijos de Adán, ¡con qué habilidad os defendéis de todo lo que os puede hacer bien!”

“El farol que la bruja había plantado -sin saberlo- brilló día y noche en el bosque narniano, de modo que el lugar donde creció acabó llamándose el Erial del Farol; y cuando, muchos años más tarde, otra niña de nuestro mundo entró en Narnia, una noche nevada, la pequeña encontró el farol todavía encendido. Y aquella aventura estuvo, en cierto modo, conectada con las que te acabo de contar. La cosa sucedió así. El árbol que surgió del corazón de la manzana que Digory plantó en el jardín trasero, vivió y creció hasta convertirse en un árbol espléndido. Al crecer en el suelo de nuestro mundo, muy lejos del sonido de la voz de Aslan y lejos del aire juvenil de Narnia, no dio manzanas capaces de revivir a una mujer moribunda como había sucedido con la madre de Digory, aunque sí dio las manzanas más hermosas de todo el país, que además eran sumamente saludables, aunque no del todo mágicas. Sin embargo, en su interior, en su misma savia, el árbol -por así decirlo- jamás olvidó aquel otro árbol de Narnia al que pertenecía. En ocasiones se movía de un modo misterioso cuando no soplaba viento: creo que cuando eso sucedía soplaban fuertes vientos en Narnia y el árbol inglés se estremecía porque, en aquel momento, el árbol de Narnia se balanceaba y oscilaba bajo un fuerte vendaval del sudoeste. Fuera como fuese, se demostró más tarde que quedaba aún magia en su madera; pues cuando Digory era ya un hombre de mediana edad -que se había convertido además en famoso erudito, catedrático y gran viajero- y la vieja casa de los Ketterley le pertenecía, estalló una gran tormenta en todo el sur de Inglaterra que derribó el árbol. Como no soportaba la idea de hacer que lo cortaran para convertirlo en leña, pidió que construyeran un armario con parte de la madera, que luego colocó en su enorme casa en el campo. Él no descubrió las propiedades mágicas de aquel armario, pero otra persona sí lo hizo, y así empezaron todas las idas y venidas entre nuestro mundo y el de Narnia, sobre las que puedes leer en otros libros.”

“and I don't think we can do anything for him. It only makes him worse if you try to be nice to him.”

“Low down and near the horizon hung a great, red sun, far bigger than our sun. Digory felt at once that it was also older than ours: a sun near the end of its life, weary of looking down upon that world. To the left of the sun, and higher up, there was a single star, big and bright. Those were the only two things to be seen in the dark sky; they made a dismal group. And on the earth, in every direction, as far as the eye could reach, there spread a vast city in which there was no living thing to be seen. And all the temples, towers, palaces, pyramids, and bridges cast long, disastrous-looking shadows in the light of that withered sun. Once a great river had flowed through the city, but the water had long since vanished, and it was now only a wide ditch of grey dust. "Look well on that which no eyes will ever see again," said the Queen. "Such was Charn, that great city, the city of the King of Kings, the wonder of the world, perhaps of all worlds. Does your uncle rule any city as great as this, boy?" "No," said Digory. He was going to explain that Uncle Andrew didn't rule any cities, but the Queen went on: "It is silent now. But I have stood here when the whole air was full of the noises of Charn; the trampling of feet, the creaking of wheels, the cracking of the whips and the groaning of slaves, the thunder of chariots, and the sacrificial drums beating in the temples. I have stood here (but that was near the end) when the roar of battle went up from every street and the river of Charn ran red." She paused and added, "All in one moment one woman blotted it out forever." "Who?" said Digory in a faint voice; but he had already guessed the answer. "I," said the Queen. "I, Jadis, the last Queen, but the Queen of the World.”

“When there is no one to force you any more, you find you have almost lost the power of forcing yourself.”