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
“I wish I had [made that song]. No, I don't That would be to take it from somebody else. But it's mine… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“He was dimly angry with himself, he did not know why. It was that he had struck his wife. He had forgotten… — 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
Love loves unto purity. Love has ever in view the absolute loveliness of that which it beholds. Therefore all that is not… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“To know that she could not be near God in peace and love without fulfilling certain mental conditions — that he would… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“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
The love of our neighbor is the only door out of the dungeon of self. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
The doing of things from duty is but a stage on the road to the kingdom of truth and love. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
But we believe – nay, Lord we only hope, That one day we shall thank thee perfectly For pain and hope and… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“...as no one can be just without love, so no one can truly report without understanding.” — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“There are women," returned my uncle, "some of them of the most admired, who are slaves to a demoniacal love of power.… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
I saw thee ne'er before; I see thee never more; But love, and help, and pain, beautiful one, Have made thee mine,… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Then, with a horror of pitiful amazement, she saw a great cross marked in two cruel stripes on his back; and the… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“How many who love never come nearer than to behold each other as in a mirror; seem to know and yet never… — 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
We don't have a soul. We are a soul. We have a body." George Macdonald, 1892 — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Therefore all that is not beautiful in the beloved, all that comes between and is not of love's kind, must be destroyed.” — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“It is not alone the first beginnings of religion that are full of fear. So long as love is imperfect, there is… — 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
