George MacDonald Quotes

Long live the sun which gives us such beautiful color.

Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches.

Absence and death are the same - only that in death there is no suffering.

Sun is the reason And the world it will bloom 'Cause sun lights the sky And the sun lights the moon

Amputees suffer pains, cramps, itches in the leg that is no longer there. That is how she felt without him, feeling his presence where he no longer was.

In the sun I feel as one.

The sun is all about the world we see, the breath and strength of every spring.

You can turn off the sun, but I'm still gonna shine

How could she feel nostalgia when he was right in front of her? How can you suffer from the absence of a person who is present? You can suffer nostalgia in the presence of the beloved if you glimpse a future where the beloved is no more.

The sun penetrates me soundlessly like a distant friend that stirs up my laziness, fertilizes it. We bring forth life.

I'd felt that a man without a woman was like a neck without a pain.

When a person that one loves is in the world and alive and well, and pleased to be in the world, then to miss them is only a new flavor, a salt sharpness in experience. It is when the beloved is unhappy or maimed or troubled that one misses with pain.

We owe our lives to the sun... How is it, then, that we feel no gratitude?

The sun. I hate the sun.

The sun - my almighty physician.

The sun shines and warms and lights us and we have no curiosity to know why this is so; but we ask the reason of all evil, of pain, and hunger, and mosquitoes and silly people.

Loaves of bread remind us of sunlight, but when we are inside that orb,we lose interest in building ovens,in millwork and the preparation of fields before the planting.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun.

Do you see that out there? The strange, unfamiliar light? It's called the sun. Let's go get us a little.

We have this handy fusion reactor in the sky called the sun, you don't have to do anything, it just works. It shows up every day.

The sun is so powerful, that without it we are nothing.

At least, the sun had the decency to stay the hell away from us.

Your absence has gone through me

Yearning is inseparable from love, and since once doesn't have the object of love immediately, one has not fallen in the embrace of the beloved immediately, they are suffering. That's how they are related.