Phantastes: A Faerie Romance for Men and Women is a fantasy novel by Scottish writer George MacDonald, first published in London in 1858. It was later reprinted in paperback by Ballantine Books as the fourteenth volume of the Ballantine Adult Fantasy series in April 1970.
“All that man sees has to do with man. Worlds cannot be without an intermundane relationship.”
George MacDonald book Phantastes
Phantastes (1858)
Context: All that man sees has to do with man. Worlds cannot be without an intermundane relationship. The community of the centre of all creation suggests an interradiating connection and dependence of the parts. Else a grander idea is conceivable than that which is already embodied.
“It is by loving and not by being loved that one can come nearest to the soul of another.”
George MacDonald book Phantastes
Phantastes (1858)
Variant: It is by loving and not by being loved, that one can come nearest to the soul of another.
Context: I knew now, that it is by loving, and not by being loved, that one can come nearest the soul of another; yea, that, where two love, it is the loving of each other, and not the being loved by each other, that originates and perfects and assures their blessedness. I knew that love gives to him that loveth, power over any soul beloved, even if that soul know him not, bringing him inwardly close to that spirit; a power that cannot be but for good; for in proportion as selfishness intrudes, the love ceases, and the power which springs therefrom dies. Yet all love will, one day, meet with its return. All true love will, one day, behold its own image in the eyes of the beloved, and be humbly glad. This is possible in the realms of lofty Death.
“Endurance must conquer, where force could not reach.”
George MacDonald book Phantastes
Phantastes (1858)
“Thou goest thine, and I go mine —
Many ways we wend;
Many days, and many ways,
Ending in one end.”
George MacDonald book Phantastes
Phantastes (1858)
Context: Thou goest thine, and I go mine —
Many ways we wend;
Many days, and many ways,
Ending in one end.
Many a wrong, and its curing song;
Many a road, and many an inn;
Room to roam, but only one home
For all the world to win.
