The face of the Son of God, who, instead of accepting the sacrifice of one of his creatures to satisfy his justice… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
God never gave man a thing to do concerning which it were irreverent to ponder how the Son of God would have… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
The Son of God suffered unto death, not that men might not suffer, but that their sufferings might be like His. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
O Christ, my life, possess me utterly. Take me and make a little Christ of me. If I am anything but thy… — 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
As many as received Him, to them gave He power to become the sons of God. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
God hides nothing. His very work from the beginning is revelation--a casting aside of veil after veil, a showing unto men of… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
On Good Friday Jesus died But rose again at Eastertide.....Lord, teach us to understand that your Son died to save us not… — 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