We don't have a soul. We are a soul. We have a body." George Macdonald, 1892 — 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
“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
“And why should the good of anyone depend on the prayer of another? I can only answer with the return question, 'Why… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“A kind of love to the cheerful little stream arose in my heart. It was born in a desert; but it seemed… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“O, lack and doubt and fear can only come Because of plenty, confidence, and love! They are the shadow-forms about their feet,… — 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
“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
