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Clive Staples Lewis, plus connu sous le nom de C. S. Lewis, né à Belfast le 29 novembre 1898 et mort à Oxford le 22 novembre 1963, est un écrivain et universitaire britannique. Il est connu pour ses travaux sur la littérature médiévale, ses ouvrages de critique littéraire et d'apologétique du christianisme, ainsi que pour la série des Chroniques de Narnia parues entre 1950 et 1957.

Ami très proche de J. R. R. Tolkien, l'auteur du Seigneur des anneaux, il enseigne à ses côtés à la faculté de littérature anglaise de l'université d'Oxford ; ils faisaient tous deux partie du cercle littéraire des Inklings. Partiellement en raison de l'influence de Tolkien et de la lecture de G. K. Chesterton, Lewis s'est reconverti au christianisme, devenant, selon ses propres termes, « un très ordinaire laïc de l'Église d'Angleterre » ; cette reconversion a eu de profondes conséquences sur son œuvre. Il a acquis une grande popularité par les chroniques radiophoniques sur le christianisme qu'il a données au cours de la Seconde Guerre mondiale et obtenu un énorme succès avec ses livres de fantasy pour enfants.

Les œuvres de C. S. Lewis ont été traduites en plus de 40 langues et le recueil des Chroniques de Narnia s'est vendu à plus de 120 millions d'exemplaires dans le monde et continue à se vendre au rythme de plus d'un million d'exemplaires par an. Le Monde de Narnia a également été adapté à plusieurs reprises au théâtre et au cinéma. Wikipedia  

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“Je suis un païen converti vivant au milieu de puritains apostats.”

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Surpris par la joie (Surprised by Joy, 1955)

C. S. Lewis: Citations en anglais

“We discern the freshness and purity of the morning, but they do not make us fresh and pure. We cannot mingle with the splendours we see.”

The Weight of Glory (1949)
Contexte: At present we are on the outside of the world, the wrong side of the door. We discern the freshness and purity of the morning, but they do not make us fresh and pure. We cannot mingle with the splendours we see. But all the leaves of the New Testament are rustling with the rumour that it will not always be so. Some day, God willing, we shall get in.

“God is not an impersonal thing nor a static thing—not even just one person—but a dynamic pulsating activity, a life, a kind of drama, almost, if you will not think me irreverent, a kind of dance … (The) pattern of this three-personal life is … the great fountain of energy and beauty spurting up at the very center of reality.”

Clive Staples Lewis livre Mere Christianity

Book IV, Chapter 4, "Good Infection"
Mere Christianity (1952)
Contexte: They [Christians] believe that the living, dynamic activity of love has been going on in God forever and has created everything else. And that, by the way, is perhaps the most important difference between Christianity and all other religions: that in Christianity God is not an impersonal thing nor a static thing—not even just one person—but a dynamic pulsating activity, a life, a kind of drama, almost, if you will not think me irreverent, a kind of dance … (The) pattern of this three-personal life is … the great fountain of energy and beauty spurting up at the very center of reality.

“When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.”

"On Three Ways of Writing for Children" (1952) — in Of Other Worlds: Essays and Stories (1967), p. 25
Contexte: Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence. And in childhood and adolescence they are, in moderation, healthy symptoms. Young things ought to want to grow. But to carry on into middle life or even into early manhood this concern about being adult is a mark of really arrested development. When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.

“But not all the cords were individuals: some of them were universal truths or universal qualities.”

Clive Staples Lewis livre Perelandra

Perelandra (1943)
Contexte: And now, by a transition which he did not notice, it seemed that what had begun as speech was turned into sight, or into something that can be remembered only as if it were seeing. He thought he saw the Great Dance. It seemed to be woven out of the intertwining undulation of many cords or bands of light, leaping over and under one another and mutually embraced in arabesques and flower-like subtleties. Each figure as he looked at it became the master-figure or focus of the whole spectacle, by means of which his eye disentangled all else and brought it into unity — only to be itself entangled when he looked to what he had taken for mere marginal decorations and found that there also the same hegemony was claimed, and the claim made good, yet the former pattern thereby disposed but finding in its new subordination a significance greater than that which it had abdicated. He could see also (but the word "seeing" is now plainly inadequate) wherever the ribbons or serpents of light intersected minute corpuscles of momentary brightness: and he knew somehow that these particles were the secular generalities of which history tells — people, institutions, climates of opinion, civilizations, arts, sciences and the like — ephemeral coruscations that piped their short song and vanished. The ribbons or cords themselves, in which millions of corpuscles lived and died, were the things of some different kind. At first he could not say what. But he knew in the end that most of them were individual entities. If so, the time in which the Great Dance proceeds is very unlike time as we know it. Some of the thinner more delicate cords were the beings that we call short lived: flowers and insects, a fruit or a storm of rain, and once (he thought) a wave of the sea. Others were such things we think lasting: crystals, rivers, mountains, or even stars. Far above these in girth and luminosity and flashing with colours form beyond our spectrum were the lines of personal beings, yet as different from one another in splendour as all of them from the previous class. But not all the cords were individuals: some of them were universal truths or universal qualities. It did not surprise him then to find that these and the persons were both cords and both stood together as against the mere atoms of generality which lived and died in the clashing of their streams: But afterwards, when he came back to earth, he wondered. And by now the thing must have passed together out of the region of sight as we understand it. For he says that the whole figure of these enamored and inter-inanimate circlings was suddenly revealed as the mere superficies of a far vaster pattern in four dimensions, and that figure as the boundary of yet others in other worlds: till suddenly as the movement grew yet swifter, the interweaving yet more ecstatic, the relevance of all to all yet more intense, as dimension was added to dimension and that part of him which could reason and remember was dropped further and further behind that part of him which saw, even then, at the very zenith of complexity, complexity was eaten up and faded, as a thin white cloud fades into the hard blue burning of sky, and all simplicity beyond all comprehension, ancient and young as spring, illimitable, pellucid, drew him with cords of infinite desire into its own stillness. He went up into such a quietness, a privacy, and a freshness that at the very moment when he stood farthest from our ordinary mode of being he had the sense of stripping off encumbrances and awaking from a trance, and coming to himself. With a gesture of relaxation he looked about him…

“Appreciative love gazes and holds its breath and is silent, rejoices that such a wonder should exist even if not for him, will not be wholly dejected by losing her, would rather have it so than never to have seen her at all.”

Clive Staples Lewis livre The Four Loves

The Four Loves (1960)
Contexte: Need-love cries to God from our poverty; Gift-love longs to serve, or even to suffer for, God; Appreciative love says: "We give thanks to thee for thy great glory." Need-love says of a woman "I cannot live without her"; Gift-love longs to give her happiness, comfort, protection — if possible, wealth; Appreciative love gazes and holds its breath and is silent, rejoices that such a wonder should exist even if not for him, will not be wholly dejected by losing her, would rather have it so than never to have seen her at all.

“Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence.”

"On Three Ways of Writing for Children" (1952) — in Of Other Worlds: Essays and Stories (1967), p. 25
Contexte: Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence. And in childhood and adolescence they are, in moderation, healthy symptoms. Young things ought to want to grow. But to carry on into middle life or even into early manhood this concern about being adult is a mark of really arrested development. When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.

“Can a mortal ask questions which God finds unanswerable? Quite easily, I should think. All nonsense questions are unanswerable.”

Clive Staples Lewis livre A Grief Observed

A Grief Observed (1961)
Contexte: Can a mortal ask questions which God finds unanswerable? Quite easily, I should think. All nonsense questions are unanswerable. How many hours are there in a mile? Is yellow square or round? Probably half the questions we ask — half our great theological and metaphysical problems — are like that.

“We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.”

The Weight of Glory (1949)
Contexte: Indeed, if we consider the unblushing promises of reward and the staggering nature of the rewards promised in the Gospels, it would seem that Our Lord finds our desires, not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.

“Of course God knew what would happen if they used their freedom the wrong way: apparently He thought it worth the risk.”

Clive Staples Lewis livre Mere Christianity

Book II, Chapter 3, "The Shocking Alternative"
Mere Christianity (1952)

“Nothing is yet in its true form.”

Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold (1956)

“Everyone feels benevolent if nothing happens to be annoying him at the moment.”

Clive Staples Lewis livre The Problem of Pain

The Problem of Pain (1940)

“The only people who object to escapism are jailers.”

As quoted by Arthur C. Clarke in God, The Universe and Everything Else (1988) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKQQAv5svkk&feature=youtu.be&t=27m2s

“Humility is not thinking less of yourself, it’s thinking of yourself less.”

Day 19: Cultivating Community
The Purpose Driven Life: What on Earth Am I Here For? (2002)

“Gratitude looks to the past and love to the present; fear, avarice, lust, and ambition look ahead.”

Clive Staples Lewis livre The Screwtape Letters

Letter XVI
The Screwtape Letters (1942)

“The typical expression of opening Friendship would be something like, "What? You too? I thought I was the only one."”

Clive Staples Lewis livre The Four Loves

The Four Loves (1960)
Contexte: Friendship arises out of mere companionship when two or more of the companions discover that they have in common some insight or interest or even taste which the others do not share and which, till that moment, each believed to be his own unique treasure (or burden). The typical expression of opening Friendship would be something like, "What? You too? I thought I was the only one."

“Their own strength has betrayed them. They have…pulled down Deep Heaven on their heads.”

Clive Staples Lewis livre That Hideous Strength

Source: That Hideous Strength (1945), Ch. 13 : They Have Pulled Down Deep Heaven on Their Heads

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