When we understand the outside of things, we think we have them. Yet the Lord puts his things in subdefined, suggestive shapes,… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Could we see things always as we have sometimes seen them—and as one day we must always see them, only far better—should… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
I am so tried by the things said about God. I understand God's patience with the wicked, but I do wonder how… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
To cease to wonder is to fall plumb-down from the childlike to the commonplace—the most undivine of all moods intellectual. Our nature… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
One who not merely beholds the outward shows of things, but catches a glimpse of the soul that looks out of them,… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
She would wonder what had hurt her when she found her face wet with tears, and then would wonder how she could… — 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