“You have tasted of death now,” said the old man. “Is it good?” “It is good,” said Mossy. “It is better than… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
I rose as from the death that wipes out the sadness of life, and then dies itself in the new morrow. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
In the midst of death we are in life. Life is the only reality; what men call death is but a shadow... — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“There is this difference between the growth of some human beings and that of others:in the one case it is a continuous… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
There is this difference between the growth of some human beings and that of others: in the one case it is a… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“what then is death? If it be a stopping of life, then that is which cannot be. But it may be only… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
The Son of God suffered unto death, not that men might not suffer, but that their sufferings might be like His. — 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
Blessed be the true life that the pauses between its throbs are not death! — 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
“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
Annihilation itself is no death to evil. Only good where evil was, is evil dead. An evil thing must live with its… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“I am always hearing. . . the sound of a far off song. I do not exactly know where it is, or… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“For the absence of human companionship in bestial forms; the loss of green fields, free to her as to the winds of… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
I came from God, and I'm going back to God, and I won't have any gaps of death in the middle of… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset. — 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
“And earth was given back to earth, to mingle with the rest of the stuff the great workman works withal.” — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“But, sir, isn't death a dreadful thing?" asked Malcolm. "That depends on whether a man regards it as his fate or as… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Let death do what it can, there is just one thing it cannot destroy, and that is life. Never in itself, only… — 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)
