George MacDonald


Scottish Author, Poet and Minister known for his fairy tales and fantasy works

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We are all very anxious to be understood, and it is very hard not to be. But there is one thing much more necessary.' What is that, grandmother?' To understand other people.' Yes, grandmother. I must be fair - for if I'm not fair to other people, I'm not worth being understood myself. I see.

What does it all mean?

When we are out of sympathy with the young, then I think our work in this world is over.

With every haunting trouble then, great or small, the loss of thousands or the lack of a shilling, go to God… If your trouble is such that you cannot appeal to Him, the more need you should appeal to him!

To say on the authority of the Bible that God does a thing no honorable man would do, is to lie against God; to say that it is therefore right, is to lie against the very spirit of God.

We are dwellers in a divine universe where no desires are in vain - if only they be large enough.

What God may hereafter require of you, you must not give yourself the least trouble about. Everything He gives you to do, you must do as well as ever you can, and that is the best possible preparation for what He may want you to do next. If people would but do what they have to do, they would always find themselves ready for what came next.

Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss? Three angels gave me at once a kiss.

With every morn my life afresh must break the crust of self, gathered about me fresh; that thy wind-spirit may rush in and shake the darkness out of me, and rend the mesh the spider-devils spin out of the flesh- eager to net the soul before it wake, that it may slumberous lie, and listen to the snake.

To say Thou art God, without knowing what the Thou means-of what use is it? God is a name only, except we know God.

We are often unable to tell people what they need to know because they want to know something else.

What his soul might find in God.

Whence then came thy dream? answers Hope.

With wandering eyes and aimless zeal, she hither, thither, goes; her speech, her motions, all reveal a mind without repose. She climbs the hills, she haunts the sea, by madness tortured, driven; one hour's forgetfulness would be a gift from very heaven! She slumbers into new distress; the night is worse than day: exulting in her helplessness; Hell's dogs yet louder bay. The demons blast her to and fro; she has not quiet place, enough a woman still, to know a haunting dim disgrace. A human touch! a pang of death! And in a low delight thou liest, waiting for new breath, for morning out of night. Thou risest up: the earth is fair, the wind is cool; thou art free! Is it a dream of hell's despair dissolves in ecstasy? That man did touch thee! Eyes divine make sunrise in thy soul; thou seest love in order shine:- his health hath made thee whole! Thou, sharing in the awful doom, didst help thy Lord to die; then, weeping o'er his empty tomb, didst hear him Mary cry. He stands in haste; he cannot stop; home to his God he fares: 'Go tell my brothers I go up to my Father, mine and theirs.' Run, Mary! lift thy heavenly voice; cry, cry, and heed not how; make all the new-risen world rejoice- its first apostle thou! What if old tales of thee have lied, or truth have told, thou art all-safe with Him, whate'er betide dwell'st with Him in God's heart!

To some minds the argument for immortality drawn from the apparently universal shrinking from annihilation must be ineffectual, seeing they themselves do not shrink from it. … If there is no God, annihilation is the one thing to be longed for, with all that might of longing which is the mainspring of human action. In a word, it is not immortality the human heart cries out after, but that immortal, eternal thought whose life is its life, whose wisdom is its wisdom. . . . Dissociate immortality from the living Immortality, and it is not a thing to be desired.

We die daily. Happy those who daily come to life as well.

What honest boy would pride himself on not picking pockets? A thief who was trying to reform would. To be conceited of doing one's duty is then a sign of how little one does it, and how little one sees what a contemptible thing it is not to do it. Could any but a low creature be conceited of not being contemptible? Until our duty becomes to us common as breathing, we are poor creatures.

Where did you come from baby dear? Out of the everywhere into the here... Where did you get your eyes so blue? Out of the skies as I came through.

Within the man and the woman a divine element of brotherhood, of sisterhood, a something lovely and lovable- slowly fading, it may be-dying away under the fierce heat of vile passions, or the yet more fearful cold of sepulchral selfishness, but there? … It is the very presence of this fading humanity that makes it possible for us to hate. If it were an animal only, and not a

To the dim and bewildered vision of humanity, God's care is more evident in some instances than in others; and upon such instances men seize, and call them providences. It is well that they can; but it would be gloriously better if they could believe that the whole matter is one grand providence.

We must do the thing we must before the thing we may; we are unfit for any trust till we can and do obey.

What makes it yours?

Where did you get your eyes so blue? Out of the sky as I came through.

Work done is of more consequence for the future than the foresight of an angel.

To try to be brave is to be brave.

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Scottish Author, Poet and Minister known for his fairy tales and fantasy works