One of the grandest things in having rights is, that though they are your rights you may give them up — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
No words can express how much the world owes to sorrow. Most of the Psalms were born in the wilderness. Most of… — 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 be an infinitely less evil to murder a man than to refuse to forgive him. The former may be the… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Why are all reflections lovelier than what we call reality? -- not so grand or so strong, it may be, but always… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
But, for as cold and wretched as it looks, the sun has not forsaken it. He has only drawn away from it… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
He may delay because it would not be safe to give us at once what we ask: we are not ready for… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Doubt may be a poor encouragement to do anything, but it is a bad reason for doing nothing. — 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
