Caverns Quote by George MacDonald Download Open image “I am an emptiness for Thee to fill; my soul a cavern for Thy sea” — George MacDonald ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.1 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Caverns Emptiness My soul Sea Soul Thee
“The emptinesss was a hole that only he could fill. He was the relief. It pulled from every direction, this yearning for him. All… — Jessica Therrien Copy Share Image
Empty me of the selfishness inside, every vain ambition and the poison of my pride, and any foolish thing my heart holds to, Lord… — Chris Sligh Copy Share Image
You will be hollow. We shall squeeze you empty, and then we shall fill you with ourselves. — George Orwell Copy Share Image
“No, emptiness is not nothingness. Emptiness is a type of existence. You must use this existential emptiness to fill yourself.” His” — Liu Cixin Copy Share Image
My soul, the seas are rough, and thou a stranger In these false coasts; O keep aloof; there's danger; Cast forth thy plummet; see,… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
“All my life, I've been trying to fill an emptiness inside. But that emptiness...I've built myself around it. Filling it in would be like… — Blake Charlton Copy Share Image
There is no emptiness of soul ever for those whose life is devoted to God. — William Lawson Copy Share Image
A glimpse of light In the midst of night When everything is as black as the galaxy without stars When things are as thick as a red velvet blood A stained soul is who I am Without you A ray of hope Deep inside the abyssal sea When my soul is lifeless as the Dead Sea When my heart is… — Curly Girl Copy Share
“When you're missing a peice of yourself, aching, gut wrenching emptiness begins to take over. Until you find the link that completes your very… — Jennifer Salaiz 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
The beauty of New York is unintentional; it arose independent of human design, like a stalagmite cavern. — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
As the architecture of a country always follows the earliest structures, American architecture should be a refinement of the log-house. The Egyptian is so… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
When you enter a grove peopled with ancient trees, higher than the ordinary, and shutting out the sky with their thickly inter-twined branches, do… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I know, perhaps as well as anyone, what depression means, and what it is to feel myself sinking lower and lower. Yet at the… — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
Guess what it is that turns plants to coal. Pressure. Guess what it is that turns limestone to marble. Pressure. Guess what it is… — Franny Billingsley Copy Share Image
Believing is a fine thing, but placing those beliefs into execution is a test of strength. Many are those who talk like the roar… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
What shall we do, all of us? All of us oassionate girls who fear crushing the boys we love with our mouths like caverns… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
See skulking Truth to her old cavern fled, Mountains of Casuistry heap'd o'er her head! Philosophy, that lean'd on Heav'n before, Shrinks to her… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Deep in the cavern of the infant's breast; the father's nature lurks, and lives anew. — Horace Copy Share Image
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
Enchanted worlds still exist because the child within us never dies. The doorways may be more obscure, but we can still seek them out.… — Ted Andrews 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 that.' 'What makes it yours?' 'I love it so.' 'Does loving a thing make it yours?' 'I think so, Mother -- at least more than anything else can. . . . Love makes the only myness,' said…” quote by George MacDonald](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/722/george-macdonald-295_love_i-wish-i-had-made-that-song-no-i-don-t-t_35103.jpg)
