Alas, how easily things go wrong! A sigh too much, a kiss too long And there follows a mist and a weeping rain And life is never the same again
George MacdonaldRead
God's finger can touch nothing but to mold it into loveliness.
Interpretation
Divine influence can transform everything into beauty and goodness.
This quote by George MacDonald suggests that the touch of the divine, or God's influence, has the power to transform anything into something beautiful. It implies that there is a benevolent force at work in the world that elevates and enhances the essence of everything it encounters, promoting love and value in creation.
In practice
This quote can be used in a sermon to illustrate the transformative power of divine love.
Alas, how easily things go wrong! A sigh too much, a kiss too long And there follows a mist and a weeping rain And life is never the same again
It is not in the nature of politics that the best men should be elected. The best men do not want to govern their fellowmen.
He may delay because it would not be safe to give us at once what we ask: we are not ready for it. To give ere we could truly receive, would be to destroy the very heart and hope of prayer, to cease to be our Father. The delay itself may work to bring us nearer to our help, to increase the desire, perfect the prayer, and ripen the receptive condition.
When I can no more stir my soul to move, and life is but the ashes of a fire; when I can but remember that my heart once used to live and love, long and aspire- O, be thou then the first, the one thou art; be thou the calling, before all answering love, and in me wake hope, fear, boundless desire.
But words are vain; reject them allβ They utter but a feeble part: Hear thou the depths from which they call, The voiceless longing of my heart.
Few delights can equal the presence of one whom we trust utterly.
He painted me when I was young because he was in love with me, but now that he has loved me he doesn't paint me anymore.
The psychological and physiological mechanism of love is so complex that at a certain period in his life a young man must concentrate all his energy on coming to grips with it, and in this way he misses the actual content of the love: the woman he loves. (In this he is much like a young violinist who cannot concentrate on the emotional content of a piece until the technique required to play it comes automatically.)
Love and work... work and love, that's all there is.
Thus you may understand that love alone is the true seed of every merit in you, and of all acts for which you must atone.
You had my heart inside of your hand but you played it to the beat
Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
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