38 Quotes by Hannah Hurnard

Make haste, Beloved, be thou like an hart On mountains spicy sweet; And I, on those High Places where thou art, Will follow on hinds’ feet; As close behind the hart, there leaps the roe, So where thou goest, I will surely go. That, as perhaps you know, is the last verse of the Song of Songs, which is Solomon’s. But for Grace and Glory it was the beginning of a new song altogether.

The awful glimpse down into the abyss of an existence without him had so staggered and appalled her heart that she felt she could never be quite the same again. However, it had opened her eyes to the fact that right down in the depths of her own heart she really had but one passionate desire, not for the things which the Shepherd had promised, but for himself. All she wanted was to be allowed to follow him forever.

You will be able to mount to the High Places swifter than eagles, for it is only up on the High Places of Love that anyone can receive the power to pour themselves down in an utter abandonment of self-giving.

From bitter experience she knew that pictures thrown on the screen of her imagination could seem much more unnerving and terrible than the actual facts.

The least temptation thou hast met. He knows thy blemishes and how To purge away the dross, Not overlong will he allow The anguish of thy cross. Love is the Judge, and he doth see The surest way to perfect thee. Thou can’st not perish if thou wilt But turn thee to the light, Love bleeds with thee in all thy guilt And waits to set thee right. Love means to save sin’s outcasts lost, And cares not at what awful cost.

She had the feeling that somehow, in the far-off ages, there would be a meaning found to all sorrow and an answer too fair and wonderful to be as yet understood.

You may think that Much-Afraid was altogether too much given to shedding tears, but remember that she had Sorrow for a companion and teacher. There is this to be added, that her tears were all in secret, for no one but her enemies knew about this strange journey on which she had set out. The heart knoweth its own sorrow and there are times when, like David, it is comforting to think that our tears are put in a bottle and not one of them forgotten by the one who leads us in paths of sorrow. But.

In all the world I have no one but you. Help me to follow you, even though it seems impossible. Help me to trust you as much as I long to love you.

Love and Pain go together, for a time at least. If you would know Love, you must know pain too.