"Don't you know who is the King of Beasts? Aslan is a lion- the Lion, the great Lion."
"Ooh!" said Susan, "I'd thought he was a man. Is he-- quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion."
"That you will, dearie, and no mistake," said Mrs. Beaver; "if there's anyone who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, they're either braver than most or else just silly."
"Then he isn't safe?" said Lucy.
"Safe?" said Mr. Beaver; "don't you hear what Mrs. Beaver is saying? 'Course he isn't safe. But he's good. He's the King, I tell you."
from the chapter "What Happened After Dinner" in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, by CS Lewis.
You’ve got your methods
I’m done with trying to guess all your moves
I’m going where you want me to go
I’ve got nothing left to lose
Now I don’t wanna suffer
But that’s in fact the nature of the beast
If you want to get to higher ground
You got to get there on your knees