Warlock O' Glenwarlock: A Homely Romance
Warlock O' Glenwarlock: A Homely Romance is a mid-19th century novel by George MacDonald that explores rural Scottish life through the eyes of Cosmo Warlock, a fourteen-year-old heir facing the decline of his family's estate. Set against the backdrop of Castle Warlock, the story delves into themes of family, identity, and spiritual inheritance as Cosmo navigates his relationships with his father and grandmother while grappling with poverty and the weight of his lineage. The novel highlights the beauty and challenges of life in the Scottish Highlands, emphasizing love and loyalty amidst hardship.
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“Wherever there is anything to love, there is beauty in some form.””
— George MacDonald
“To trust in spite of the look of being forgotten; to keep crying out into the vast whence comes no voice, and where seems no hearing; to struggle after light, where is no glimmer to guide; at every turn to find a door-less wall, yet ever seek a door; to see the machinery of the world pauseless grinding on as if self-moved, caring for no life, nor shifting a hair's-breadth for all entreaty, and yet believe that God is awake and utterly loving; to desire nothing but what comes meant for us from his hand; to wait patiently, willing to die of hunger, fearing only lest faith should fail”
— George MacDonald
“every question is a door-handle.””
— George MacDonald
“To be lord of space, a man must be free of all bonds of place. To be heir of all things, his heart must have no things in it. He must be like him who makes things, not like one who would put everything in his pocket. He must stand on the upper, not the lower side of them. He must be as the man who makes poems, not the man who gathers books of verse. God, having made a sunset, lets it pass, and makes such a sunset no more. He has no picture-gallery, no library. What if in heaven men shall be so busy growing, that they have not time to write or to read!””
— George MacDonald
“There are many, doubtless, who have not yet got farther in love than their own family; but there are others who have learned that for the true heart there is neither Frenchman nor Englishman, neither Jew nor Greek, neither white nor black”
— George MacDonald
“Let death do what it can, there is just one thing it cannot destroy, and that is life. Never in itself, only in the unfaith of man, does life recognize any sway of death.””
— George MacDonald
“He came to the spot where his father and he had prayed together, and there kneeling lifted up his face to the stars. Oh mighty, only church! whose roof is a vaulted infinitude! whose lights come burning from the heart of the Maker! church of all churches”
— George MacDonald
“In after years when he remembered the enchanting dreams of his boyhood, instead of sighing after them as something gone for ever, he would say to himself, "what matter they are gone? In the heavenly kingdom my own mother is waiting me, fairer and stronger and real. I imagined the elves; God imagined my mother.””
— George MacDonald
“There is no leveller like Christianity”
— George MacDonald
