I rose as from the death that wipes out the sadness of life, and then dies itself in the new morrow. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Blessed be the true life that the pauses between its throbs are not death! — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
I came from God, and I'm going back to God, and I won't have any gaps of death in the middle of… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Not even nothingness preceded life. Nothingness owes its very idea to existence. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
In the midst of death we are in life. Life is the only reality; what men call death is but a shadow... — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“You allowed me existence, which is the sum of what one can demand of his fellow-beings” — 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
Alas, how easily things go wrong! A sigh too much, a kiss too long And there follows a mist and a weeping… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“You have tasted of death now,” said the old man. “Is it good?” “It is good,” said Mossy. “It is better than… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“That which is the power and worth of life they must be, or die; and the vague consciousness of this makes them… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“For each, God has a different response. With every man He has a secret—the secret of a new name. In every man… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
If we will but let our God and Father work His will with us, there can be no limit to His enlargement… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
All that is made seems planless to the darkened mind, because there are more plans than it looked for...There seems no plan… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Life eternal, this lady of thine hath a sore heart, and we cannot help her. Thou art help, O Mighty Love. Speak… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“The poetry of life, the inner side of nature, rises near the surface to meet the eyes of the man who makes.… — 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
Doubts are the messengers of the Living One to the honest. They are the first knock at our door of things that… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Afterwards I learned, that the best way to manage some kinds of painful thoughts, is to dare them to do their worst;… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
There is no water in oxygen, no water in hydrogen: it comes bubbling fresh from the imagination of the living God, rushing… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Thy will be done. I yield up everything. 'The life is more than meat' -- then more than health; 'The body more… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“For repose is not the end of education; its end is a noble unrest, an ever renewed awaking from the dead, a… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
As in all sweetest music, a tinge of sadness was in every note. Nor do we know how much of the pleasures… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“It is just the old way--that of obedience. If you have ever seen the Lord, if only from afar--if you have any… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“what then is death? If it be a stopping of life, then that is which cannot be. But it may be only… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“There is no water in oxygen, no water in hydrogen: it comes bubbling fresh from the imagination of the living God, rushing… — George Macdonald Copy Share Image
“Anybody with leisure can do that who is willing to begin where everything ought to be begun--that is, at the beginning. Nothing… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“THE SHADOWS Table of Contents Old Ralph Rinkelmann made his living by comic sketches, and all but lost it again by tragic… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“...To trust in the strength of God in our weakness; to say, ‘I am weak: so let me be: God is strong;’… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“So, teaching him only that which she loved, not that which she had been taught, Janet read to Gibbie of Jesus, and… — 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
“I had chosen the dead rather than the living, the thing thought rather than the thing thinking!” — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
All love will, one day, meet with its return. All true love will, one day, behold its own image in the eyes… — 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
Oh, I believe that there is no away; that no love, no life, goes ever from us; it goes as He went,… — 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
