“ Joy cannot unfold the deepest truths, although deepest truth must be deepest joy. ”
George MacDonald, Phantastes (1858). copy citation
| Author | George MacDonald |
|---|---|
| Source | Phantastes |
| Topic | truth joy |
| Date | 1858 |
| Language | English |
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| Weblink | http://www.gutenberg.org/files/325/325-h/325-h.htm |
Context
“It sounded like a welcome already overshadowed with the coming farewell. As in all sweetest music, a tinge of sadness was in every note. Nor do we know how much of the pleasures even of life we owe to the intermingled sorrows. Joy cannot unfold the deepest truths, although deepest truth must be deepest joy. Cometh white-robed Sorrow, stooping and wan, and flingeth wide the doors she may not enter. Almost we linger with Sorrow for very love.
As the song concluded the stream bore my little boat with a gentle sweep round a bend of the river; and lo!” source
As the song concluded the stream bore my little boat with a gentle sweep round a bend of the river; and lo!” source
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