The world...is full of resurrections... Every night that folds us up in darkness is a death; and those of you that have been out early, and have seen the first of the dawn, will know it - the day rises out of the night like a being that has burst its tomb and escaped into life.
George MacDonaldIt is the heart that is not sure of its God that is afraid to laugh in His presence.
George MacDonaldIt is our best work that God wants, not the dregs of our exhaustion. I think he must prefer quality to quantity.
George MacDonaldJoy cannot unfold the deepest truths. Cometh white-robed Sorrow, stooping and wan, and flingeth wide the door she must not enter.
George MacDonald