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Quotes by George Macdonald
Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk.— filed under Affliction
Beauty and sadness always go together. Nature thought beauty too rich to go forth Upon the earth without a meet alloy.— filed under Beauty
The Poet's Tale. The Birds of Killingworth. St. 2. And in thy own sermon, thou That the sparrow falls dost allow, It shall not cause me any alarm; For neither so comes the bird to harm, Seeing our Father, thou hast said, Is by the sparrow's dying bed; Therefore it is a blessed place, And the sparrow in high grace.— filed under Birds-Sea Bird
As you grow ready for it, somewhere or other you will find what is needful for you in a book.— filed under Books
God never gave man a thing to do concerning which it were irreverent to ponder how the Son of God would have done it.— filed under Christ
C. with It? Bk. II. Ch. XIV. Alas! how easily things go wrong! A sigh too deep, or a kiss too long, And then comes a mist and a weeping rain, And life is never the same again.— filed under Destiny
Stanza. The direst foe of courage is the fear itself, not the object of it; and the man who can overcome his own terror is a hero and more.— filed under Fear
Anemone, so well Named of the wind, to which thou art all free.— filed under Flowers-Anemone
Bluebell. Campanula rotundifolia. Hang-head Bluebell, Bending like Moses' sister over Moses, Full of a secret that thou dar'st not tell!— filed under Flowers-Azalea
Borage. Borago officinalis. The flaming rose gloomed swarthy red; The borage gleams more blue; And low white flowers, with starry head, Glimmer the rich dusk through.— filed under Flowers-Azalea
Bountiful Primroses, With outspread heart that needs the rough leaves' care.— filed under Flowers-Primrose
Roses. Woo on, with odour wooing me, Faint rose with fading core; For God's rose-thought, that blooms in thee, Will bloom forevermore.— filed under Flowers-Rose
A true friend is forever a friend.— filed under Friends
In giving, a man receives more than he gives, and the more is in proportion to the worth of the thing given.— filed under Gifts
A voice is in the wind I do not know; A meaning on the face of the high hills Whose utterance I cannot comprehend. A something is behind them: that is God.— filed under God
And so all growth that is not towards God Is growing to decay.— filed under Guests
Sonnet X. Where did you get that pearly ear? God spoke and it came out to hear.— filed under Hearing
Introduction. Better to have the poet's heart than brain, Feeling than song.— filed under Heart
I want to help you to grow as beautiful as God meant you to be when he thought of you first.— filed under Help
Letters of Euphues. Euphues and Eubulus. Friends, if we be honest with ourselves, we shall be honest with each other.— filed under Honesty
I came from God, and I'm going back to God, and I won't have any gaps of death in the middle of my life.— filed under Xxxvi
Confederate Congress, April 29, 1861. The whole trouble is that we wor't let God help us.— filed under Independence
Window in a Journey to Scotland. . I find the doing of the will of God, leaves me no time for disputing about His plans— filed under Obedience
Obedience is the key to every door.— filed under Obedience
Life and religion are one, or neither is anything: I will not say neither is growing to be anything. Religion is no way of life, no show of life, no observance of any sort. It is neither the food nor the medicine of being. It is life essential.— filed under Religion
Elizabeth. The holy spirit of the Spring Is working silently.— filed under Sculpture
Love. Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss? Three angels gave me at once a kiss.— filed under Smiles
Johnson. 1775. To receive honestly is the best thanks for a good thing. S.— filed under Thankfulness
Palm-Trees. Light-leaved acacias, by the door, Stood up in balmy air, Clusters of blossomed moonlight bore, And breathed a perfume rare.— filed under Trees And Plants-Acacia
O holy trust! O endless sense of rest! Like the beloved John To lay his head upon the Saviour's breast, And thus to journey on! LONGFELLOWw-Hymn. St. 5. To be trusted is a greater compliment than to be loved.— filed under Trust
Essay XIV. But there is no veil like light-no adamantine armor against hurt like the truth.— filed under Truth
The west is broken into bars Of orange, gold, and gray; Gone is the sun, come are the stars, And night infolds the day.— filed under Twilight
The Everlasting No. Bk. II. Ch. VII. There is no strength in unbelief. Even the unbelief of what is false is no source of might. It is the truth shining from behind that gives the strength to disbelieve.— filed under Unbelief
How did they all just come to be you? God thought about me and so I grew.— filed under Babyhood
Where did you come from, baby dear? Out of the Everywhere into here.— filed under Babyhood
Where did you get your eyes so blue? Out of the sky as I came through.— filed under Eyes
You've got to save your own soul first, and then the souls of your neighbors if they will let you; and for that reason you must cultivate, not a spirit of criticism, but the talents that attract people to the hearing of the Word.— filed under Influence