“That man is perfect in faith who can come to God in the utter dearth of his feelings and his desires, without… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“ Mary Magdalene With wandering eyes and aimless zeal, She hither, thither, goes; Her speech, her motions, all reveal A mind without… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
Thou art beautiful because God created thee, but thou art a slave to sin... wickedness has made you ugly. — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“God is all right—why should we mind standing in the dark for a minute outside his window? Of course we miss the… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
The perfection of His relation to us swallows up all our imperfections, all our defeats, all our evils; for our childhood is… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Things that we are right in thinking bad, must be bad to God as well as to us; but may there not… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Thy will be done. I yield up everything. 'The life is more than meat' -- then more than health; 'The body more… — 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
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
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
“Remember, if indeed thou art able to know it, that not in any church is the service done that he requires. He… — 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
