What did George MacDonald mean by: But there is no veil like light–no adamantine armor against hurt like the truth. - George MacDonald Copy
+ What does God want me to do?”, not “What will God do if I do so and so? Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George MacDonald, 0 - George MacDonald
+ We are dwellers in a divine universe where no desires are in vain – if only they be large enough. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George MacDonald, Desire, Divine, Enough, 0 - George MacDonald
+ Anything big enough to occupy our minds is big enough to hang a prayer on. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George MacDonald, Enough, Mind, Prayer, 0 - George MacDonald
+ Heaven…a place where everything that is not music is silence. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George MacDonald, Heaven, Music Is, Silence, 0 - George MacDonald
+ To have what we want is riches; but to be able to do without is power. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George MacDonald, Contentment, Power, 0 - George MacDonald
+ Friends, if we be honest with ourselves, we shall be honest with each other. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George MacDonald, Honest, Truth, 0 - George MacDonald
+ Many a thief is a better man than many a clergyman, and miles nearer to the gate of the kingdom. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George MacDonald, Literature, Thieves, 0 - George MacDonald
+ Trust to God to weave your thread into the great web, though the pattern shows it not yet. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George MacDonald, Patterns, 0 - George MacDonald
You can’t make an architect. But you can open the doors and windows toward the light as you see it. - Frank Lloyd Wright Architect · USA
The exact contrary of what is generally believed is often the truth. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
I found when I was a child that if I put the hurt into words, it would go. - Jean Rhys Writer · Dominica