The region belonging to the pure intellect is straitened: the imagination labours to extend its territories, to give it room. She sweeps… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Light unshared is darkness. To be light indeed, it must shine out. It is of the very essence of light, that it… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“They grew weary, and sat down on the rocky floor, for wait they would — indeed, wait they must. Each set his… — 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
“Our Lord had no design of constructing a system of truth in intellectual forms. The truth of the moment in its relation… — 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
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
“In the windowless tomb of a blind mother, in the dead of the night, under feeble rays of a lamp in an… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
But there is a light that goes deeper than the will, a light that lights up the darkness behind it: that light… — 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)
