In the hearts of witches, love and hate lie close together and often tumble over each other. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“And why should the good of anyone depend on the prayer of another? I can only answer with the return question, 'Why… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“When once to a man the human face is the human face divine, and the hand of his neighbour is the hand… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“If any one thinks I am unfaithful to human fact, and overcharge the description of this child, I on my side doubt… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Do you think you love your children better than He who made them? Is not your love what it is because He… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
God Himself - His thoughts, His will, His love, His judgments are men's home. To think His thoughts, to choose His will,… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“No One Loves Because He Sees Why Where a man does not love, the not-loving must seem rational. For no one loves… — 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
Where did you come from, baby dear? Out of the everywhere and into here. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“These things cannot be loved. The best man hates them most; the worst man cannot love them. But are these the man?… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Truth is a very different thing from fact; it is the loving contact of the soul with spiritual fact, vital and potent.… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
It is by loving, and not by being loved, that one can come nearest the soul of another; yea, that, where two… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“I would never speak about faith, but speak about the Lord himself - not theologically, as to the why and wherefore of… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“O, lack and doubt and fear can only come Because of plenty, confidence, and love! They are the shadow-forms about their feet,… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“If a man keeps the law, I know he is a lover of his neighbour. But he is not a lover because… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“The love of our neighbor is the only door out of the dungeon of self, where we mope and mow, striking sparks,… — 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
A man must learn to love his children, not because they are his, but because they are children, else his love will… — 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
“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
