Forsaken Quote by George MacDonald Download Open image “Only he knew that to be left alone is not always to be forsaken.” — George MacDonald ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.2 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Forsaken Left alone
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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
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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
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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
Love masters agony; the soul that seemed Forsaken feels her present God again And in her Father's arms Contented dies away. — John Keble Copy Share Image
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When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die? — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image