“For when is the child the ideal child in our eyes and to our hearts? Is it not when with gentle hand… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Love makes everything lovely; hate concentrates itself on the one thing hated. — 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
And so all growth that is not towards God Is growing towards decay. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
We don't have a soul. We are a soul. We have a body." George Macdonald, 1892 — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
What does God want me to do?”, not “What will God do if I do so and so? — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Work is not always required. There is such a thing as sacred idleness. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Good souls many will one day be horrified at the things they now believe of God. — 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
In short, a man must be set free from the sin he is , which makes him do the sin he does . — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Where did you come from, baby dear? Out of the everywhere and into here. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
He who seeks the Father more than anything He can give, is likely to have what he asks, for he is not… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
As many as received Him, to them gave He power to become the sons of God. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Trust to God to weave your thread into the great web, though the pattern shows it not yet. — 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
