'I was the lion who forced you to join with Aravis. I was the cat who comforted you among the houses of the dead. I was the lion who drove the jackals from you while you slept. I was the lion who gave the Horses the new strength of fear for the last mile so that you should reach King Lune in time. And I was the lion you do not remember who pushed the boat in which you lay, a child near death, so that it came to shore where a man sat, wakeful at midnight, to receive you.' 'Then it was you who wounded Aravis?' 'It was I.' 'But what for?' 'Child,' said the Voice, 'I am telling you your story, not hers. I tell no one any story but his own.' (ch. 11)

'My good Horse,' said the Hermit... 'My good Horse, you've lost nothing but your self-conceit. No, no, cousin. Don't put back your ears and shake your mane at …

And of course he knew none of the true stories about Aslan, the great Lion, the son of the Emperor-beyond-the-Sea, the King above all High Kings in Narnia. But…

'It's a lion, I know it's a lion,' thought Shasta. 'I'm done. I wonder, will it hurt much? I wish it was over. I wonder, does anything happen to people after t…

My favorite poet was Aeschylus. He wrote: 'In our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will…

I learn from my mistakes. It's a very painful way to learn, but without pain, the old saying is, there's no gain.

Turn your wounds into wisdom.