“Few delights can equal the mere presence of one whom we trust utterly.” — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“A kind of love to the cheerful little stream arose in my heart. It was born in a desert; but it seemed… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“...[T]wo of you can be no match for the three giants, I will find you, if I can, a third brother, who… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
There is no water in oxygen, no water in hydrogen: it comes bubbling fresh from the imagination of the living God, rushing… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Few delights can equal the presence of one whom we trust utterly. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Joy cannot unfold the deepest truths. Cometh white-robed Sorrow, stooping and wan, and flingeth wide the door she must not enter. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Forgiveness unleashes joy. It brings peace. It washes the slate clean. It sets all the highest values of love in motion. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
In joy or sorrow, feebleness or might, Peace or commotion, be thou, Father, my delight. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
The birds, the poets of the animal creation - what though they never get beyond the lyrical! - awoke to utter their… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“The Lord of gladness delights in the laughter of a merry heart. These wedding guests could have done without wine, surely without… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
As in all sweetest music, a tinge of sadness was in every note. Nor do we know how much of the pleasures… — 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