Why are all reflections lovelier than what we call reality? -- not so grand or so strong, it may be, but always lovelier? Fair as is the gliding sloop on the shining sea, the wavering, trembling, unresting sail below is fairer still...All mirrors are magic mirrors. The commonest room is a room in a poem when I turn to the glass...There must be a truth involved in it, though we may but in part lay hold of the meaning.
George MacDonaldWhen a feeling was there, they felt as if it would never go; when it was gone, they felt as if it had never been; when it returned, they felt as if it had never gone.
George MacDonaldThe Bible is to me the most precious thing in the world, because it tells me his story; and what good men thought about him who knew him and accepted him.
George MacDonaldEvery soul has a landscape that changes with the wind that sweeps the sky, with the clouds that return after its rain.
George MacDonald