In the hearts of witches, love and hate lie close together and often tumble over each other. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
It is the heart that is not sure of its God that is afraid to laugh in His presence. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
This is and has been the Father's work from the beginning-to bring us into the home of His heart. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“His little heart was so full of merriment that it could not hold it all, and it ran over into theirs.” — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Come, come to Him who made thy heart; Come weary and oppressed; To come to Jesus is thy part; His part, to… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
And her life will perhaps be the richer, for holding now within it the memory of what came, but could not stay. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“And when heart and head go together, nothing can stand before them” — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
When we understand the outside of things, we think we have them. Yet the Lord puts his things in subdefined, suggestive shapes,… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
As no scripture is of private interpretation, so is there no feeling in a human heart which exists in that heart alone… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
It may be an infinitely less evil to murder a man than to refuse to forgive him. The former may be the… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
But words are vain; reject them all— They utter but a feeble part: Hear thou the depths from which they call, The… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
For that great Love speaks in the most wretched and dirty hearts; only the tone of its voice depends on the echoes… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
She would wonder what had hurt her when she found her face wet with tears, and then would wonder how she could… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“No, there is no escape. There is no heaven with a little of hell in it - no place to retain this… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Her heart - like every heart, if only its fallen sides were cleared away - was an inexhaustible fountain of love: she… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“… leaning with her back bowed into the back of the chair, her head hanging down and her hands in her lap,… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“For when is the child the ideal child in our eyes and to our hearts? Is it not when with gentle hand… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“It was not, she said, confessing to her husband her sleeplessness, that she was afraid. She was only "keepin' them company, an'… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“He did not torture himself with vain attempts to hold his brain as a mirror to his heart, that he might read… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Do you think you love your children better than He who made them? Is not your love what it is because He… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Now I want you to think that in life troubles will come, which seem as if they never would pass away. The… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
The boy should enclose and keep, as his life, the old child at the heart of him, and never let it go.… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
The whole history of the Christian life is a series of resurrections. . . . Every time we find our hearts are… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“He was dimly angry with himself, he did not know why. It was that he had struck his wife. He had forgotten… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
God Himself - His thoughts, His will, His love, His judgments are men's home. To think His thoughts, to choose His will,… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
My spirits rose as I went deeper; into the forest; but I could not regain my former elasticity of mind. I found… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
All those evil doctrines about God that work misery and madness have their origin in the brains of the wise and prudent,… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“She had not yet such a love of wisdom as to be able to bear with folly. The foolish and weak are… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
What a man is lies as certainly upon his countenance as in his heart, though none of his acquaintances may be able… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Forgiveness is the giving and so the receiving of life. the latter may be an impulse of a moment of heat; whereas… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
We have to do with God, to whom no one can look without the need of being good waking up in his… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
If it were not for the outside world, we would have no inside world to understand things by. Least of all could… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
When I can no more stir my soul to move, and life is but the ashes of a fire; when I can… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Love me, beloved; Hades and Death Shall vanish away like a frosty breath; These hands, that now are at home in thine,… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
It is vain to think that any weariness, however caused, any burden, however slight, may be got rid of otherwise than by… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
He may delay because it would not be safe to give us at once what we ask: we are not ready for… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“No revelation can be other than partial. If for true revelation a man must be told all the truth, then farewell to revelation; yea,… — George MacDonald Copy Share
In low theologies, hell is invariably the deepest truth, and the love of God is not so deep as hell. — George MacDonald Copy Share
The region belonging to the pure intellect is straitened: the imagination labours to extend its territories, to give it room. She sweeps across the… — George MacDonald Copy Share
Come, then, affliction, if my Father wills, and be my frowning friend. A friend that frowns is better than a smiling enemy. — George MacDonald Copy Share
Ah, what is it we send up thither, where our thoughts are either a dissonance or a sweetness and a grace? — George MacDonald Copy Share
You must learn to be strong in the dark as well as in the day, else you will always be only half brave. — George MacDonald Copy Share
“Few delights can equal the mere presence of one whom we trust utterly.” — George MacDonald Copy Share
“You have tasted of death now,” said the old man. “Is it good?” “It is good,” said Mossy. “It is better than life.” “No,”… — George MacDonald Copy Share
“I wish I had [made that song]. No, I don't That would be to take it from somebody else. But it's mine for all… — George MacDonald Copy Share
Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk. — George MacDonald Copy Share
I want to help you grow as beautiful as God meant you to be when he thought of you first. — George MacDonald Copy Share
“Immeasurably imperfect it was, but false the impression could not be, for she saw with the eyes made for seeing, and saw indeed what… — George MacDonald Copy Share
