George Macdonald Phantastes Quotes & Sayings

My soul was like a summer evening, after a heavy fall of rain, when the drops are yet glistening on the trees in the last rays of the down-going sun, and the wind of the twilight has begun to blow. — George MacDonald

I might here find the magic word of power to banish the demon and set me free, so that I should no longer be a man beside myself. — George MacDonald

I knew now, that it is by loving, and not by being loved, that one can come nearest the soul of another; yea, that, where two love, it is the loving of each other, and not the being loved by each other, that originates and perfects and assures their blessedness. I knew that love gives to him that loveth, power over any soul beloved ... — George MacDonald

Sometimes I think I like dogs more than I like humans. The only time a dog has ever betrayed me ... was by dying. — Jose N. Harris

Hundreds of hopeless waves rushed constantly shorewards, falling exhausted upon a beach of great loose stones, that seemed to stretch miles and miles in both directions. There was nothing for the eye but mingling shades of gray; nothing for the ear but the rush of the coming, the roar of the breaking, and the moan of the retreating wave. — George MacDonald

Twilight-kind, oppressing the heart as with a condensed atmosphere of dreamy undefined love and longing. — George MacDonald

Oh shit, the jig is up! HIDE THE COOKIES! — Tara Sivec

Pleasure and pain are the only springs of action in man, and always will be. — Claude Adrien Helvetius

And Summer, dear Summer, hath years of June,
With large white clouds, and cool showers at noon;
And a beauty that grows to a weight like grief,
Till a burst of tears is the heart's relief. — George MacDonald

Hux refused to pace, regarding it as a waste of energy. — Alan Dean Foster

I forced my way to the brink, stepped into the boat, pushed it, with the help of the tree-branches, out into the stream, lay down in the bottom, and let my boat and me float whither the stream would carry us. — George MacDonald

Thy beauty filleth the very air,
Never saw I a woman so fair. — George MacDonald

And when the home is filled with love you'll always find God spoken of — Helen Steiner Rice

These days we have Smartphones, Smartcars, Smartboards, Smarteverything, but consider this: if technology is getting smarter, does that mean humans are getting dumber? — Rebecca McNutt

I think that public service is tough on a family - no ifs, ands, buts about it. I have my own personal wishes, but they're not always front and center. — Maria Shriver

Then I remembered that night is the fairies' day, and the moon their sun; and I thought - Everything sleeps and dreams now: when the night comes, it will be different. — George MacDonald

From Eden's bowers the full-fed rivers flow,
To guide the outcasts to the land of woe:
Our Earth one little toiling streamlet yields.
To guide the wanderers to the happy fields. — George MacDonald

Architecture to me is whole. I cannot say I only care about this 25% and the other 75% I let go ... it's just I want to work the way I want to work. In my shop, you can order certain things and other things you cannot. They are not available. — Peter Zumthor

[T]wo of you can be no match for the three giants, I will find you, if I can, a third brother, who will take on himself the third share of the fight, and the preparation ... I will show him to you in a glass, and, when he comes, you will know him at once. If he will share your endeavors, you must teach him all you know, and he will repay you well, in present song, and in future deeds.'
She opened the door of a curious old cabinet that stood in the room. On the inside of this door was an oval convex mirror ... we at length saw reflected the place where we stood, and the old dame seated in her chair ... at the feet of the dame lay a young man ... weeping.
'Surely this youth will not serve our ends,' said I, 'for he weeps.'
The old woman smiled. 'Past tears are present strength,'said she. — George MacDonald

It was evening. The sun was below the horizon; but his rosy beams yet illuminated a feathery cloud, that floated high above the world. I arose, I reached the cloud; and, throwing myself upon it, floated with it in sight of the sinking sun. He sank, and the cloud grew gray; but the grayness touched not my heart. It carried its rose-hue within; for now I could love without needing to be loved again. — George MacDonald

Ah, let a man beware, when his wishes, fulfilled, rain down upon him, and his happiness is unbounded. — George MacDonald

A ghost grew out of the shadowy air,
And sat in the midst of her moony hair.

In her gleamy hair she sat and wept;
In the dreamful moon they lay and slept;

The shadows above, and the bodies below,
Lay and slept in the moonbeams slow.

And she sang, like the moan of an autumn wind
Over the stubble left behind. — George MacDonald

And we had met at last in this same cave of greenery, while the summer night hung round us heavy with love, and the odours that crept through the silence from the sleeping woods were the only signs of an outer world that invaded our solitude. — George MacDonald

You got to be ready for everything in life — Dilma Rousseff

Or, if needing years to wake thee
From thy slumbrous solitudes,
Come, sleep-walking, and betake thee
To the friendly, sleeping woods.

Sweeter dreams are in the forest,
Round thee storms would never rave;
And when need of rest is sorest,
Glide thou then into thy cave. — George MacDonald

Sweet sounds can go where kisses may not enter. — George MacDonald

If you send up a weather vane or put your thumb up in the air every time you want to do something different, to find out what people are going to think about it, you're going to limit yourself. That's a very strange way to live. — Jessye Norman

And oh, god, how could so much regret and so much sweetness and so much sadness all be present in that single moment. I was already dead and missing my unlived life. I was already dead and Tobias was mourning.
I tried to smile. For him. — Katherine Applegate