George-macdonald Quote by George MacDonald Download Open image ““Sweet sounds can go where kisses may not enter.”” — George MacDonald ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.8 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare George-macdonald Phantastes
“Kisses should not leave you satisfied. They should leave you wanting.” — Sarah MacLean Copy Share Image
“My words are the kisses but many of the times they don't taste so good as the touch of your lips does to mine.” — Santosh Kalwar Copy Share Image
“The sweetness of a kiss is not in two lips, touching each other; it is in the feelings that bring and keep them together.” — M.F. Moonzajer Copy Share Image
“Kisses are a means to plant on another's lips a smile glossed with happiness.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“I didn’t form my lips into the shape of a kiss. I was merely about to whistle.” — Jarod Kintz 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
“Many a wrong, and it's curing song, many a road, and many an inn, Room to roam, but only one home, for all the… — george macdonald Copy Share Image
“Then I remembered that night is the fairies’ day, and the moon their sun; and I thought—Everything sleeps and dreams now: when the night… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Foolish is the man, and there are many such men, who would rid himself or his fellows of discomfort by setting the world right,… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“I forced my way to the brink, stepped into the boat, pushed it, with the help of the tree-branches, out into the stream, lay… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“I might here find the magic word of power to banish the demon and set me free, so that I should no longer be… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Or, if needing years to wake thee From thy slumbrous solitudes, Come, sleep-walking, and betake thee To the friendly, sleeping woods. Sweeter dreams are… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“And Summer, dear Summer, hath years of June, With large white clouds, and cool showers at noon; And a beauty that grows to a… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Hundreds of hopeless waves rushed constantly shorewards, falling exhausted upon a beach of great loose stones, that seemed to stretch miles and miles in… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“My soul was like a summer evening, after a heavy fall of rain, when the drops are yet glistening on the trees in the… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“From Eden’s bowers the full-fed rivers flow, To guide the outcasts to the land of woe: Our Earth one little toiling streamlet yields. To… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“The love of our neighbor is the only door out of the dungeon of self, where we mope and mow, striking sparks, and rubbing… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
