I want to help you grow as beautiful as God meant you to be when he thought of you first. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
If you care to see God, be pure. If you will not be pure, you will grow more and more impure. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
If you will not determine to be pure, you will grow more and more impure. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
I don't know how to thank you.' Then I will tell you. There is only one way I care for. Do better,… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
As you grow ready for it, somewhere or other you will find what is needful for you in a book. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
To love righteousness is to make it grow, not to avenge it. Throughout his life on earth, Jesus resisted every impulse to… — 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