I am sometimes almost terrified at the scope of the demands made upon me, at the perfection of the self-abandonment required of me; yet outside of such absoluteness can be no salvation.
George MacDonaldIt is by loving and not by being loved, that one can come nearest to the soul of another.
George MacDonaldI repent me of the ignorance wherein I ever said that God made man out of nothing: there is no nothing out of which to make anything; God is all in all, and he made us out of himself.
George MacDonaldI rose as from the death that wipes out the sadness of life, and then dies itself in the new morrow.
George MacDonaldAnd her life will perhaps be the richer, for holding now within it the memory of what came, but could not stay.
George MacDonaldBut 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.
You would not think any duty small,
If you yourself were great.
The man that feareth, Lord, to doubt,
In that fear doubteth thee.
We are and remain such creeping Christians, because we look at ourselves and not at Christ; because we gaze at the marks of our own soiled feet, and the trail of our own defiled garments.... Each, putting his foot in the footprint of the Master, and so defacing it, turns to examine how far his neighbor’s footprint corresponds with that which he still calls the Master’s, although it is but his own.
George MacDonaldI saw thee ne'er before;
I see thee never more;
But love, and help, and pain, beautiful one,
Have made thee mine, till all my years are done.
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