Forgiveness unleashes joy. It brings peace. It washes the slate clean. It sets all the highest values of love in motion. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
The doing of things from duty is but a stage on the road to the kingdom of truth and love. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Twilight-kind, oppressing the heart as with a condensed atmosphere of dreamy undefined love and longing.” — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
There are things that must be done in faith, else they never have being. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
The love of our neighbor is the only door out of the dungeon of self. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Where did you come from, baby dear? Out of the everywhere and into here. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Therefore all that is not beautiful in the beloved, all that comes between and is not of love's kind, must be destroyed.” — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“And we had met at last in this same cave of greenery, while the summer night hung round us heavy with love,… — 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
Until a man has love, it is well he should have fear. So long as there are wild beasts about, it is… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Love is the law of our condition, without which we can no more render justice than a man can keep a straight… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
I saw thee ne'er before; I see thee never more; But love, and help, and pain, beautiful one, Have made thee mine,… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
A man must learn to love his children, not because they are his, but because they are children, else his love will… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
But we believe – nay, Lord we only hope, That one day we shall thank thee perfectly For pain and hope and… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“To know that she could not be near God in peace and love without fulfilling certain mental conditions — that he would… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“But I never just quite liked that ryhme.' 'Why not, child?' 'Because it seems to say one's as good as another, or… — 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
Truth is a very different thing from fact; it is the loving contact of the soul with spiritual fact, vital and potent.… — 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
“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
“There are women," returned my uncle, "some of them of the most admired, who are slaves to a demoniacal love of power.… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“I wish I had [made that song]. No, I don't That would be to take it from somebody else. But it's mine… — 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
“For, when we say that God is Love, do we teach men that their fear of him is groundless? No. As much… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“For love loves unto purity. Love has ever in view the absolute loveliness of that which it beholds. Where loveliness is incomplete,… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“If any one thinks I am unfaithful to human fact, and overcharge the description of this child, I on my side doubt… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Then, with a horror of pitiful amazement, she saw a great cross marked in two cruel stripes on his back; and the… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
It is by loving, and not by being loved, that one can come nearest the soul of another; yea, that, where two… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“I would never speak about faith, but speak about the Lord himself - not theologically, as to the why and wherefore of… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“When once to a man the human face is the human face divine, and the hand of his neighbour is the hand… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“These things cannot be loved. The best man hates them most; the worst man cannot love them. But are these the man?… — 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