783 Quotes by George MacDonald

As I said to Speedicut, it’s hell in the diplomatic.

In joy or sorrow, feebleness or might, Peace or commotion, be thou, Father, my delight.

Christ died to save us, not from suffering, but from ourselves; not from injustice, far less from justice, but from being unjust. He died that we might live – but live as He lives, by dying as He died who died to Himself.

God’s finger can touch nothing but to mold it into loveliness.

Seeing is not believing – it is only seeing.

For each, God has a different response. With every man He has a secret – the secret of a new name. In every man there is a loneliness, an inner chamber of peculiar life into which God only can enter. I say not it is the innermost chamber.

I saw thee ne’er before; I see thee never more; But love, and help, and pain, beautiful one, Have made thee mine, till all my years are done.

It is a great privilege to be poor, Peter. You must not mistake, however, and imagine it a virtue; it is but a privilege, and one also that may be terribly misused.

What distressed me most – more even than my own folly – was the perplexing question, How can beauty and ugliness dwell so near?