The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing — to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from — my country, the place where I ought to have been born. Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing? The longing for home? For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back.

— C. S. Lewis Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold (1956)

More quotes by C. S. Lewis

Is Theology Poetry? (1945)

Perelandra (1943)

The Problem of Pain (1940)

Out of the Silent Planet (1938)

The Weight of Glory and Other Addresses (1949)

Quote text and notes from Wikiquote: C. S. Lewis (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0. Source quality and labels are our own summary of what Wikiquote records.