Her face was fair and pretty, with eyes like two bits of night sky, each with a star dissolved in the blue.
George MacDonaldThe trees bathed their great heads in the waves of the morning, while their roots were planted deep in gloom; save where on the borders of the sunshine broke against their stems, or swept in long streams through their avenues, washing with brighter hue all the leaves over which it flowed; revealing the rich brown of the dacayed leaves and fallen pine-cones, and the delicate greens of the long grasses and tiny forests of moss that covered the channel over which it passed in the motionless rivers of light.
George MacDonaldWe have to do with God, to whom no one can look without the need of being good waking up in his heart; to think about God is to begin to be good.
George MacDonald