Quote

Those are not the tears of repentance!... Self-loathing is not sorrow. Yet it is good, for it marks a step in the way home, and in the father's arms the prodigal forgets the self he abominates.

George MacDonald

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

George MacDonald
Age: 80 †
Born: 1824
Born: December 10
Died: 1905
Died: September 18
Author
Cleric
Journalist
Minister
Novelist
Philosopher
Poet
Theologian
Writer
Arms
Forgets
Steps
Loathing
Forget
Marks
Father
Repentance
Home
Mark
Self
Sorrow
Way
Step
Prodigal
Good
Tears
Prodigals

More quotes by George MacDonald

Image
We are all very anxious to be understood, and it is very hard not to be. But there is one thing much more necessary.' What is that, grandmother?' To understand other people.' Yes, grandmother. I must be fair - for if I'm not fair to other people, I'm not worth being understood myself. I see.
George MacDonald
Image
All haste implies weakness.
George MacDonald
Image
One thing is clear to me, that no indulgence of passion destroys the spiritual nature so much as respectable selfishness.
George MacDonald
Image
One of the good things that come of a true marriage is, that there is one face on which changes come without your seeing them or rather there is one face which you can still see the same, through all the shadows which years have gathered upon it.
George MacDonald
Image
I know my Easts and Tom Brown, you see, and they're never happy unless their morality is being tried in the furnace and they can feel they are doing the right Christian thing and never mind the consequences to anyone else.
George MacDonald
Image
People must not choose their neighbors they must take the neighbors that God sends them. The neighbor is just the person who is next to you at the moment, the person with whom any business has brought you into contact.
George MacDonald
Image
Come, then, affliction, if my Father wills, and be my frowning friend. A friend that frowns is better than a smiling enemy.
George MacDonald
Image
If both Church and fairy-tale belong to humanity, they may occasionally cross circles, without injury to either.
George MacDonald
Image
Oh, I believe that there is no away that no love, no life, goes ever from us it goes as He went, that it may come again, deeper and closer and surer, and be with us always, even to the end of the world.
George MacDonald
Image
There is this difference between the growth of some human beings and that of others: in the one case it is a continuous dying, in the other a continuous resurrection.
George MacDonald
Image
Afflictions are but the shadows of God's wings.
George MacDonald
Image
In the midst of death we are in life. Life is the only reality what men call death is but a shadow.
George MacDonald
Image
Things come to the poor that can't get in at the door of the rich. Their money somehow blocks it up. It is a great privilege to be poor--one that no man covets, and brat a very few have sought to retain, but one that yet many have learned to prize.
George MacDonald
Image
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 MacDonald
Image
If there be music in my reader, I would gladly wake it.
George MacDonald
Image
Moderation is the basis of justice.
George MacDonald
Image
A Baby Sermon- The lighting and thunder, they go and they come: But the stars and the stillness are always at home
George MacDonald
Image
What God may hereafter require of you, you must not give yourself the least trouble about. Everything He gives you to do, you must do as well as ever you can, and that is the best possible preparation for what He may want you to do next. If people would but do what they have to do, they would always find themselves ready for what came next.
George MacDonald
Image
Blessed be the true life that the pauses between its throbs are not death!
George MacDonald
Image
And her life will perhaps be the richer, for holding now within it the memory of what came, but could not stay.
George MacDonald