Book: The Chronicles Of Narnia

Genuinely running - always finds.

That's why, it turns out, you imagined yourself like a Queen: because you were appointed executioner.

For Aslan! The Glory Of Narnia!

When will the human tribe
In Ker-Perivale to rule them all,
Happy the time will come.

Other you too will see? - asked Lucy.
- At first, definitely not, ' said Aslan. Later; depending on the circumstances.
But they won't believe me! exclaimed Lucy.
It's not important, ' replied Aslan.
- Oh, - wailed Lucy. And I'm so glad that you found. I thought you will let me stay. Thought you growl and all the enemies will be terrified - as before. But now it's so scary.
- You're hard to understand, little one, said Aslan, - but nothing ever happens as it was already.

And don't talk too much about Narnia, even among themselves. And don't tell anyone until you are sure that those who you are talking to, had the same adventure. What? How do you know? Oh, learn, you can be sure. The strange stories that they will tell even their eyes betray a secret. Keep your eyes open. Well, what they are taught in today's schools?!

- Wouldn't it be terrible if one day in our own world, home, people started to get wild inside, like the animals here, and would look even like people, and it would be impossible to distinguish who is who?

I prefer to die in battle for Narnia than grow up and become old and stupid, and that took me in a wheelchair, and then I died anyway...

However, answering Yes, Digori thought about his mother, and about their hopes and their collapse and therefore still added, choking on tears, barely pronouncing the words:
- Please... would you... like to help my mom?
Then, grief was the first time he looked not on the heavy paws of the lion... and the face... and incredibly surprised. He saw that the lion's eyes full of sparkling tears, and big, like a lion grieving about the mother more than himself.
- My son, son, I know. We have a large mountain. Only you and I have grief in this country. Let's be kind to each other.

You come from the Lord Adam and the lady eve, ' said Aslan, and it is quite an honor for that the poorest beggar lifted my head, and shame enough to bow to the ground the head of the greatest Emperor

- I wonder where this figli migli? asked Jill.
Kvakl brodacki - corrected Ustes, a little proud that you remembered that word.

And so they did. When Ustas said goodbye to Jill, he said
Good - bye. I'm sorry I was rude. I hope you get there okay.
And Jill said,
Good - bye. I'm sorry I've been a pig.

- You are in us?
- Of course, dear. Only there I have another name. Learn to know me under any name. For that, you were in Narnia.

- Wait a minute! he said, hobbling away from the fire. - Wait a minute, Madam. Everything you said is true. I always want to know the worst and stay as best as possible. Because I will not argue. Let's say we dreamed or invented it all: trees, grass, sun, stars, and even Aslan. But then fiction is better and more important than reality. For example, it is a grim place and there is only one world. Then he is no good. We may be children playing a stupid game. But four children have created a toy world that is better than your real pits. I will not betray the toy world. I'll stay with Aslan, even if Aslan no. I will live as nannies, even if there is no Narnia. Thank you for dinner, but the four of us will leave your yard, join in the darkness and all life will seek the way up. I don't think this life will be long, but is it about to regret it if peace is what you described.