"Love loves unto purity. Love has ever in view the absolute loveliness of that which it beholds. Therefore all that is not beautiful in the beloved, al...












All that is not God is death.

More George MacDonald quotes
"I want to help you to grow as beautiful as God meant you to be when He thought of you first.
"Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk.
"We must remember that God is not occupied with a grand toy of worlds and suns and planets, of attractions and repulsions, of agglomerations and crysta...
"Forgiveness is the giving, and so the receiving, of life.
"One of my greatest difficulties in consenting to think of religion was that I thought I should have to give up my beautiful thoughts and my love for t...
"To cease to wonder is to fall plumb-down from the childlike to the commonplace—the most undivine of all moods intellectual. Our nature can never be at...
"The necessary unlikeness between the creator and the created holds within it the equally necessary likeness of the thing made to him who makes it, and...
"I am always hearing. . . the sound of a far off song. I do not exactly know where it is, or what it means; and I don't hear much of it, only the odour...
"Now I knew that life and truth were one; that life mere and pure is in itself bliss; that where being is not bliss, it is not life, but life-in-death....
"To be unable to bear disapproval was an unworthy weakness. But in her case it came nowise of the pride which blame stirs to resentment, but altogether...
"Why are all reflections lovelier than what we call reality? -- not so grand or so strong, it may be, but always lovelier? Fair as is the gliding sloop...
"For others, as for ourselves, we must trust him. If we could thoroughly understand anything, that would be enough to prove it undivine; and that which...
"Afflictions are but the shadow of His wings.
"O Lord, I have been talking to the people;Thought's wheels have round me whirled a fiery zoneAnd the recoil of my word's airy rippleMy heart unheedful...