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
The ideal is the only absolute real; and it must become the real in the individual life as well, however impossible they… — 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
To love righteousness is to make it grow, not to avenge it. Throughout his life on earth, Jesus resisted every impulse to… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
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 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
The world...is full of resurrections... Every night that folds us up in darkness is a death; and those of you that have… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
A God must have a God for company. And lo! thou hast the Son-God to thy friend. Thou honour'st his obedience, he… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“We weep for gladness, weep for grief; The tears they are the same; We sigh for longing, and relief; The sighs have… — 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
Many a life has been injured by the constant expectation of death. It is life we have to do with, not death.… — 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
“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
“But how is one to tell whether it be in truth the spirit of God that is speaking in a man?' You… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“At length, one lovely morning, when the green corn lay soaking in the yellow sunlight, and the sky rose above the earth… — 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
“No man can order his life, for it comes flowing over him from behind. But if it lay before us, and we… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“On a summer morning she woke to a sense of returning health. She had been lying like a waste shore, at low… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“The destructible must be burned out of it, or begin to be burned out of it, before it can partake of eternal… — 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
“How many who love never come nearer than to behold each other as in a mirror; seem to know and yet never… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
O Christ, my life, possess me utterly. Take me and make a little Christ of me. If I am anything but thy… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“No One Loves Because He Sees Why Where a man does not love, the not-loving must seem rational. For no one loves… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“With every morn my life afresh must break The crust of self, gathered about me fresh; That thy wind-spirit may rush in… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Diamond, however, had not been out so late before in all his life, and things looked so strange about him! - just… — 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
