783 Quotes by George MacDonald

But is it not rather that art rescues nature from the weary and sated regards of our senses, and the degrading injustice of our anxious everyday life, and, appealing to the imagination, which dwells apart, reveals Nature in some degree as she really is, and as she represents herself to the eye of the child, whose everyday life, fearless and unambitious, meets the true import of the wonder-teeming world around him, and rejoices therein without questioning?

Whose work is it but your own to open your eyes?

I am so tried by the things said about God. I understand God’s patience with the wicked, but I do wonder how he can be so patient with the pious!

In seeking to improve their conditions, might I not do them harm, and only harm?

Is that all the philosophy you have gained in one-and-twenty years?” said she. “Form is much, but size is nothing.

Let us comfort ourselves in the thought of the Father and the Son. So long as there dwells harmony, so long as the Son loves the Father with all the love the Father can welcome, all is well with the little ones.

Why know the name of a thing when the thing itself you do not know? Whose work is it but your own to open your eyes? But indeed the business of the universe is to make such a fool of you that you will know yourself for one, and so begin to be wise!” But.

To will not from self, but with the Eternal, is to live.

No; I’m not bad. But sometimes beautiful things grow bad by doing bad, and it takes some time for their badness to spoil their beauty. So little boys may be mistaken if they go after things because they beautiful.