Somehow, I can't say how, it tells me that all is right; that it is coming to swallow up all cries.
George MacDonaldI wondered over again for the hundredth time what could be the principle which, in the wildest, most lawless, fantastically chaotic, apparently capricious work of Nature, always kept it beautiful.
George MacDonaldI watched her departure, as one watches a sunset. She went like a radiance through the dark wood, which was henceforth bright to me, from simply knowing that such a creature was in it.
George MacDonald