Blessed be the true life that the pauses between its throbs are not death! — 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
For that great Love speaks in the most wretched and dirty hearts; only the tone of its voice depends on the echoes… — 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… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
If we will but let our God and Father work His will with us, there can be no limit to His enlargement… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
All love will, one day, meet with its return. All true love will, one day, behold its own image in the eyes… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
The ideal is the only absolute real; and it must become the real in the individual life as well, however impossible they… — 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
If there be a God and one has never sought him, it will be small consolation to remember that one could not… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“The poetry of life, the inner side of nature, rises near the surface to meet the eyes of the man who makes.… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Doubts are the messengers of the Living One to the honest. They are the first knock at our door of things that… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“That which is the power and worth of life they must be, or die; and the vague consciousness of this makes them… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Afterwards I learned, that the best way to manage some kinds of painful thoughts, is to dare them to do their worst;… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“For each, God has a different response. With every man He has a secret—the secret of a new name. In every man… — 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
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
“For repose is not the end of education; its end is a noble unrest, an ever renewed awaking from the dead, 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 SHADOWS Table of Contents Old Ralph Rinkelmann made his living by comic sketches, and all but lost it again by tragic… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“So, teaching him only that which she loved, not that which she had been taught, Janet read to Gibbie of Jesus, and… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“For when you say that, to be saved, a man must hold this or that, then are you leaving the living God… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“No man can order his life, for it comes flowing over him from behind. But if it lay before us, and we… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“At length, one lovely morning, when the green corn lay soaking in the yellow sunlight, and the sky rose above the earth… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Anybody with leisure can do that who is willing to begin where everything ought to be begun--that is, at the beginning. Nothing… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“But how is one to tell whether it be in truth the spirit of God that is speaking in a man?' You… — 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
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 had chosen the dead rather than the living, the thing thought rather than the thing thinking!” — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
And her life will perhaps be the richer, for holding now within it the memory of what came, but could not stay. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
All that is made seems planless to the darkened mind, because there are more plans than it looked for...There seems no plan… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
The whole history of the Christian life is a series of resurrections. . . . Every time we find our hearts are… — 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
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
A God must have a God for company. And lo! thou hast the Son-God to thy friend. Thou honour'st his obedience, he… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“How often do we look upon God as our last and feeblest resource! We go to Him because we have nowhere else… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
The boy should enclose and keep, as his life, the old child at the heart of him, and never let it go.… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Where people know their work and do it, life has few blank spaces for boredom and they are seldom to be pitied.… — 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)
