“In the hardest winter the roots are sill alive in the frozen ground.” — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“We are and remain such creeping Christians, because we look at ourselves and not at Christ;” — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
If we do not die to ourselves, we cannot live to God, andhe that does not live to God, is dead. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“For Christianity does not mean what you think or what I think concerning Christ, but what IS OF Christ. My” — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
It is the half-Christian clergy of every denomination that are the main cause of the so-called failure of the church of Christ — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
A man may sink by such slow degrees that, long after he is a devil, he may go on being a good… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
If those who had set themselves to explain the various theories of Christianity had set themselves instead to do the will of… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
You thought you were going to be made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“The man who takes no count of what is fair, friendly, pure, unselfish, lovely, gracious,—where is his claim to call Jesus his… — 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 love of our neighbor is the only door out of the dungeon of self, where we mope and mow, striking sparks,… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“No gift unrecognized as coming from God is at its own best: therefore many things that God would gladly give us, things… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Except the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ Jesus make a man sick of… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Where people know their work and do it, life has few blank spaces for boredom and they are seldom to be pitied.… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Those Christians who are very strict in their observances, think a good deal more of the Sabbath than of man, a great… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
We are and remain such creeping Christians, because we look at ourselves and not at Christ; because we gaze at the marks… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“The God who is ever uttering himself in the changeful profusions of nature; who takes millions of years to form a soul… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“To let their light shine, not to force on them their interpretations of God's designs, is the duty of Christians towards their… — 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 Image
In low theologies, hell is invariably the deepest truth, and the love of God is not so deep as hell. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“Few delights can equal the mere presence of one whom we trust utterly.” — 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 life.” “No,”… — 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 for all… — 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
![“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 that.' 'What makes it yours?' 'I love it so.' 'Does loving a thing make it yours?' 'I think so, Mother -- at least more than anything else can. . . . Love makes the only myness,' said…” quote by George MacDonald](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/722/george-macdonald-295_love_i-wish-i-had-made-that-song-no-i-don-t-t_35103.jpg)
