“It would hardly be kindness if he didn't punish sin, not to use every means to put the evil thing far from… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Even Annie did not then know that it was the soul's hunger, the vague sense of a need which nothing but the… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Love me, beloved; Hades and Death Shall vanish away like a frosty breath; These hands, that now are at home in thine,… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“It may seem strange that one with whom I had held so little communion should have so engrossed my thoughts, but benefits… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“For love loves unto purity. Love has ever in view the absolute loveliness of that which it beholds. Where loveliness is incomplete,… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Until a man has love, it is well he should have fear. So long as there are wild beasts about, it is… — 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
“Doubt swells and surges, with swelling doubt behind! My soul in storm is but a tattered sail, Streaming its ribbons on the… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Twilight-kind, oppressing the heart as with a condensed atmosphere of dreamy undefined love and longing.” — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“One of my greatest difficulties in consenting to think of religion was that I thought I should have to give up my… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“But this part of my dream, the most lovely of all, I can find no words to describe; nor can I even… — 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
