“Twilight-kind, oppressing the heart as with a condensed atmosphere of dreamy undefined love and longing.” — 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
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
“Trust is born in love, and our need is to love God, not apprehend facts concerning him.” — 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
If we do not die to ourselves, we cannot live to God, andhe that does not live to God, is dead. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Wherever there is anything to love, there is beauty in some form.” — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
In the hearts of witches, love and hate lie close together and often tumble over each other. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“She had not yet such a love of wisdom as to be able to bear with folly. The foolish and weak are… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“And we had met at last in this same cave of greenery, while the summer night hung round us heavy with love,… — 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
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
“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
“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
“Life eternal, this lady of thine hath a sore heart, and we cannot help her. Thou art help, O Mighty Love. Speak… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“There is nothing eternal but that which loves and can be loved, and love is ever climbing towards the consummation when such… — 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
When I can no more stir my soul to move, and life is but the ashes of a fire; when I can… — 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
“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
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
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
“I doobt the fau't's nae sae muckle i' my temper as i' my hert. It's mair love that I want, Tibbie. Gin… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“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
“For, when we say that God is Love, do we teach men that their fear of him is groundless? No. As much… — 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
“...To trust in the strength of God in our weakness; to say, ‘I am weak: so let me be: God is strong;’… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“As the love of him who is love transcends ours as the heavens are higher than the earth, so must he desire… — 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
“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
“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
“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
“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
In low theologies, hell is invariably the deepest truth, and the love of God is not so deep as hell. — George MacDonald Copy Share
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
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
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
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
“Few delights can equal the mere presence of one whom we trust utterly.” — George MacDonald Copy Share
“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
“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
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
I want to help you grow as beautiful as God meant you to be when he thought of you first. — George MacDonald Copy Share
“Immeasurably imperfect it was, but false the impression could not be, for she saw with the eyes made for seeing, and saw indeed what… — George MacDonald Copy Share
