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
All about us, in earth and air, wherever the eye or ear can reach, there is a power ever breathing itself forth in signs, now in daisy, now in a wind-waft, a cloud, a sunset; a power that holds constant and sweetest relation with the dark and silent world within us. The same God who is in us, and upon whose tree we are the buds, if not yet the flowers, also is all about us- inside, the Spirit; outside, the Word. And the two are ever trying to meet in us.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote explores the connection between the internal spirit and the external world, suggesting a divine influence in both.
George Macdonald's quote emphasizes the pervasive presence of a divine power that manifests in the world around us, from the simplest elements of nature to complex human experiences. He suggests that this power is both within us and outside us, signifying a relationship between our inner spirit and the external universe. The imagery of a bud symbolizing potential and transformation into a flower reflects the idea that we are constantly evolving towards a deeper understanding of ourselves in relation to the divine.
Themes
DivineSpiritNatureConnectionTransformation
In practice
Example use cases
This quote could be used in a speech about personal growth and the importance of recognizing the influence of nature on our lives.
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