365 Meditations from George MacDonald's Fiction Quotes

“God is just like Jesus – exactly like him!”
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“Contempt is murder committed by the intellect, as hatred is murder committed by the heart.”
― George MacDonald, 365 Meditations from George MacDonald's Fiction

“I need a God; and if there be none how did I come to need one?”
― George MacDonald, 365 Meditations from George MacDonald's Fiction

“Either there is a God, and that God the perfect heart of truth and loveliness, or all poetry and art is but an unsown, unplanted, rootless flower, crowning a somewhat symmetrical heap of stones.”
― George MacDonald, 365 Meditations from George MacDonald's Fiction

“The kingdom of heaven is not come, even when God’s will is our law: it is come when God’s will is our will.”
― George MacDonald, 365 Meditations from George MacDonald's Fiction

“The more people trust in God, the less will they trust their own judgments, or interfere with the ordering of events.”
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“The world is a fine thing to save, but a wretch to worship.”
― MacDonald George, 365 Meditations from George MacDonald's Fiction

“[35]              Caelum non animum mutant The man who is not content where he is, would never have been content somewhere else, though he might have complained less. Donal Grant, ch. 31”
― George MacDonald, 365 Meditations from George MacDonald's Fiction

“That is why hardships, troubles, disappointments, and all kinds of pain and suffering, are sent to so many of us. We are so full of ourselves, and feel so grand, that we should never come to know what poor creatures we are, never begin to do better, but for the knock-down blows that the loving God gives us. We do not like them, but he does not spare us for that. A Rough Shaking, ch.”
― George MacDonald, 365 Meditations from George MacDonald's Fiction

“It is not the high summer alone that is God’s. The winter also is His. And into His winter He came to visit us. And all man’s winters are His – the winter of our poverty, the winter of our sorrow, the winter of our unhappiness – even “the winter of our discontent.” Adela Cathcart, vol. 1, ch. 2”
― George MacDonald, 365 Meditations from George MacDonald's Fiction

“Only a pure heart can understand, and a pure heart is one that sends out ready hands.”
― George MacDonald, 365 Meditations from George MacDonald's Fiction

“Who knows what harm may be done to a man by hurrying a spiritual process in him?”
― George MacDonald, 365 Meditations from George MacDonald's Fiction

“It was a troubled night, the last they spent in the castle. Not many slept. But the lord of it had long understood that what could cease to be his never had been his, and slept like a child.”
― MacDonald George, 365 Meditations from George MacDonald's Fiction

“Am I mystical again, reader? Then I hope you are too, or will be before you have done with this same beautiful mystical life of ours.”
― MacDonald George, 365 Meditations from George MacDonald's Fiction

“The good man never wrote or read a sermon, but talked to his people as one who would meet what was in them with what was in him.”
― MacDonald George, 365 Meditations from George MacDonald's Fiction

“When someone is grieving He had too much respect for sorrow to approach it with curiosity. He had learned to put off his shoes when he drew nigh the burning bush of human pain.”
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“If you turn your face to the Sun, my boy, your soul will, when you come to die, feel like an autumn, with the golden fruits of the earth hanging in rich clusters ready to be gathered – not like a winter. You may feel ever so worn, but you will not feel withered. You will die in peace, hoping for the spring – and such a spring!”
― MacDonald George, 365 Meditations from George MacDonald's Fiction

“It is not betrayal of feeling, but avoidance of duty, that constitutes weakness.”
― George MacDonald, 365 Meditations from George MacDonald's Fiction

“God grant our new may inwrap our old!”
― George MacDonald, 365 Meditations from George MacDonald's Fiction

“Doorkeepers He was not merely of the salt of the earth, but of the leaven of the kingdom, contributing more to the true life of the world than many a thousand far more widely known and honoured. Such as this man are the chief springs of thought, feeling, inquiry, action, in their neighbourhood; they radiate help and breathe comfort; they reprove, they counsel, they sympathize; in a word, they are doorkeepers of the house of God. Constantly upon its threshold, and every moment pushing the door to peep in, they let out radiance enough to keep the hearts of men believing in the light. They make an atmosphere about them in which spiritual things can thrive, and out of their school often come men who do greater things, better they cannot do, than they. Malcolm, ch.”
― George MacDonald, 365 Meditations from George MacDonald's Fiction

“Suffering While the cup of blessing may and often does run over, I doubt if the cup of suffering is ever more than filled to the brim.”
― George MacDonald, 365 Meditations from George MacDonald's Fiction

“Hurry Who knows what harm may be done to a man by hurrying a spiritual process in him?”
― George MacDonald, 365 Meditations from George MacDonald's Fiction

“How to be radiant Who obeys, shines.”
― George MacDonald, 365 Meditations from George MacDonald's Fiction

“Good luck “You will be the better for it,” he returned. “I believe I’ve allus been the better for any trouble as ever I had to go through with. I couldn’t quite say the same for every bit of good luck I had; leastways, I consider trouble the best luck a man can have.” Annals of a Quiet Neighborhood, ch. 33”
― George MacDonald, 365 Meditations from George MacDonald's Fiction

“People are so ready to think themselves changed when it is only their mood that is changed.”
― George MacDonald, 365 Meditations from George MacDonald's Fiction

“Where is the good of planning upon an if? To trust is to get ready, uncle says. Trust is better than foresight.”
― George MacDonald, 365 Meditations from George MacDonald's Fiction

“These are they who gather grace, as the mountain-tops the snow, to send down rivers of water to their fellows.”
― George MacDonald, 365 Meditations from George MacDonald's Fiction