"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? The longing for home? For indeed it feels not like going, but like going back."

Knowing that Lewis was writing these parts as a metaphor for his own longing for heaven makes these lines even more beautiful!