George MacDonald Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• If instead of a gem, or even a flower, we should cast the gift of a loving thought into the heart of a friend, that would be giving as the angels give.

  George MacDonald

  Inspirational, Friendship, Thinking Of You

• He may delay because it would not be safe to give us at once what we ask: we are not ready for it. To give ere we could truly receive, would be to destroy the very heart and hope of prayer, to cease to be our Father. The delay itself may work to bring us nearer to our help, to increase the desire, perfect the prayer, and ripen the receptive condition.

  George MacDonald

  Prayer, Father, Heart

  George MacDonald (2016). “Unspoken Sermons, completed: MacDonald's Works”, p.172, VM eBooks

• This is and has been the Father's work from the beginning-to bring us into the home of His heart.

  George MacDonald

  Father, Home, Heart

  George MacDonald (2015). “The Complete Works of George MacDonald: Novels, Short Stories, Poetry, Theological Writings & Essays (Illustrated): The Princess and the Goblin, Phantastes, At the Back of the North Wind, Lilith, England’s Antiphon, David Elginbrod, Malcolm, The Light Princess, The Golden Key and many more”, p.13355, e-artnow

• All those evil doctrines about God that work misery and madness have their origin in the brains of the wise and prudent, not in the hearts of children.

  George MacDonald

  Wise, Children, Heart

  George MacDonald (2015). “Delphi Complete Works of George MacDonald (Illustrated)”, p.13260, Delphi Classics

• It may be an infinitely less evil to murder a man than to refuse to forgive him. The former may be the act of a moment of passion: the latter is the heart’s choice.

  George MacDonald

  Passion, Heart, Men

  George Macdonald (2012). “Unspoken Sermons Series I, II, and III”, p.33, Simon and Schuster

• Now I want you to think that in life troubles will come, which seem as if they never would pass away. The night and storm look as if they would last forever; but the calm and the morning cannot be stayed; the storm in its very nature is transient. The effort of nature, as that of the human heart, ever is to return to its repose, for God is Peace.

  George MacDonald

  Morning, Peace, Nature

• No, there is no escape. There is no heaven with a little of hell in it--no plan to retain this or that of the devil in our hearts or our pockets. Out Satan must go, every hair and feather!

  George MacDonald

  Heart, Hair, Heaven

  George MacDonald, Rolland Hein (2004). “The Heart of George MacDonald: A One-Volume Collection of His Most Important Fiction, Essays, Sermons, Drama, and Biographical Information”, p.399, Regent College Publishing

• When we understand the outside of things, we think we have them. Yet the Lord puts his things in subdefined, suggestive shapes, yielding no satisfactory meaning to the mere intellect, but unfolding themselves to the conscience and heart.

  George MacDonald

  Heart, Thinking, Shapes

  George Macdonald (2012). “Unspoken Sermons Series I, II, and III”, p.113, Simon and Schuster

• We 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

  God, Heart, Thinking

  George MacDonald (2015). “Delphi Complete Works of George MacDonald (Illustrated)”, p.12931, Delphi Classics

• Forgiveness is the giving and so the receiving of life. the latter may be an impulse of a moment of heat; whereas the former is a cold and deliberate choice of the heart.

  George MacDonald

  Forgiveness, Heart, Giving

• Her heart - like every heart, if only its fallen sides were cleared away - was an inexhaustible fountain of love: she loved everything she saw.

  George MacDonald

  Love, Heart, Caring

  George MacDonald (2015). “The Complete Works of George MacDonald: Novels, Short Stories, Poetry, Theological Writings & Essays (Illustrated): The Princess and the Goblin, Phantastes, At the Back of the North Wind, Lilith, England’s Antiphon, David Elginbrod, Malcolm, The Light Princess, The Golden Key and many more”, p.2406, e-artnow

• The whole history of the Christian life is a series of resurrections. . . . Every time we find our hearts are troubled, that we are not rejoicing in God, a resurrection must follow; a resurrection out of the night of troubled thought into the gladness of the truth.

  George MacDonald

  Christian, Heart, Night

• If it were not for the outside world, we would have no inside world to understand things by. Least of all could we understand God without these millions of sights and sounds and scents and motions, weaving their endless harmonies. They come out of His heart to let us know a little of what is in it.

  George MacDonald

  Heart, Sight, Environmental

  George MacDonald (2015). “The Complete Novels of George Macdonald (Illustrated): The Princess and the Goblin, The Princess and Curdie, Phantastes, At the Back of the North Wind, Lilith, David Elginbrod, Malcolm, Ranald Bannerman's Boyhood, Wilfrid Cumbermede and many more”, p.5600, e-artnow

• When I can no more stir my soul to move, and life is but the ashes of a fire; when I can but remember that my heart once used to live and love, long and aspire- O, be thou then the first, the one thou art; be thou the calling, before all answering love, and in me wake hope, fear, boundless desire.

  George MacDonald

  Art, Moving, Fire

  George MacDonald (2006). “A Book of Strife in the Form of the Diary of an Old Soul”, p.6, ReadHowYouWant.com

• Love me, beloved; Hades and Death Shall vanish away like a frosty breath; These hands, that now are at home in thine, Shall clasp thee again, if thou art still mine; And thou shalt be mine, my spirit's bride, In the ceaseless flow of eternity's tide, If the truest love thy heart can know Meet the truest love that from mine can flow. Pray God, beloved, for thee and me, That our sourls may be wedded eternally.

  George MacDonald

  Art, Home, Hands

  George MacDonald, “Within And Without: Part Iv: A Dramatic Poem”

• My spirits rose as I went deeper; into the forest; but I could not regain my former elasticity of mind. I found cheerfulness to be like life itself - not to be created by any argument. Afterwards I learned, that the best way to manage some kinds of pain fill thoughts, is to dare them to do their worst; to let them lie and gnaw at your heart till they are tired; and you find you still have a residue of life they cannot kill. So, better and worse, I went on, till I came to a little clearing in the forest.

  George MacDonald

  Pain, Lying, Tired

  George MacDonald (1858). “Phantastes: A Faerie Romance for Men and Women”, p.92

• But words are vain; reject them all— They utter but a feeble part: Hear thou the depths from which they call, The voiceless longing of my heart.

  George MacDonald

  Heart, Depth, Voiceless

  George MacDonald (2015). “Delphi Complete Works of George MacDonald (Illustrated)”, p.46, Delphi Classics

• For that great Love speaks in the most wretched and dirty hearts; only the tone of its voice depends on the echoes of the place in which it sounds.

  George MacDonald

  Life, Dirty, Heart

  George MacDonald (2015). “George MacDonald: The Complete Fantasy Collection - 8 Novels & 30+ Short Stories and Fairy Tales (Illustrated): The Princess and the Goblin, Lilith, Phantastes, The Princess and Curdie, At the Back of the North Wind, Portent, The Lost Princess, Adela Cathcart, Dealings with the Fairies and many more”, p.597, e-artnow

• The boy should enclose and keep, as his life, the old child at the heart of him, and never let it go. He must still, to be a right man, be his mother's darling, and more, his father's pride, and more. The child is not meant to die, but to be forever fresh born.

  George MacDonald

  Mother, Children, Father

  George MacDonald, Rolland Hein (2004). “The Heart of George MacDonald: A One-Volume Collection of His Most Important Fiction, Essays, Sermons, Drama, and Biographical Information”, p.31, Regent College Publishing

• It is vain to think that any weariness, however caused, any burden, however slight, may be got rid of otherwise than by bowing the neck to the yoke of the Father's will. There can be no other rest for heart and soul than He has created. From every burden, from every anxiety, from all dread of shame or loss, even loss of love itself, that yoke will set us free.

  George MacDonald

  Father, Heart, Loss

  George MacDonald (2016). “The Hope of the Gospel: MacDonald's Works”, p.90, VM eBooks

• For when is the child the ideal child in our eyes and to our hearts? Is it not when with gentle hand he takes his father by the beard, and turns that father's face up to his brothers and sisters to kiss? when even the lovely selfishness of love-seeking has vanished, and the heart is absorbed in loving?

  George MacDonald

  Brother, Children, Father

  George MacDonald (2007). “Unspoken Sermons”, p.21, Cosimo, Inc.

• Come, come to Him who made thy heart; Come weary and oppressed; To come to Jesus is thy part; His part, to give thee rest.

  George MacDonald

  Jesus, Heart, Giving

  George MacDonald (1893). “The Poetical Works of George MacDonald (Volumes I and II)”, p.333, Library of Alexandria

• In the hearts of witches, love and hate lie close together and often tumble over each other.

  George MacDonald

  Hate, Lying, Heart

  George MacDonald, Craig Yoe (1980). “The Golden Key and Other Stories”, p.73, Wm. B. Eerdmans Publishing

• As no scripture is of private interpretation, so is there no feeling in a human heart which exists in that heart alone - which is not, in some form or degree, in every human heart.

  George MacDonald

  Heart, Feelings, Degrees

  George MacDonald (2007). “Unspoken Sermons”, p.192, Cosimo, Inc.

• Do you think you love your children better than He who made them? Is not your love what it is because He put it into your heart first? Have you not often been cross with them? Sometimes unjust to them? Whence came the returning love that rose from unknown depths in your being, and swept away the anger and the injustice? You did not create that love. Probably you were not good enough to send for it by prayer. But it came. God sent it. He makes you love your children.

  George MacDonald

  Prayer, Children, Love You

  George MacDonald (2015). “The Complete Works of George MacDonald: Novels, Short Stories, Poetry, Theological Writings & Essays (Illustrated): The Princess and the Goblin, Phantastes, At the Back of the North Wind, Lilith, England’s Antiphon, David Elginbrod, Malcolm, The Light Princess, The Golden Key and many more”, p.9509, e-artnow

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