Quotes from Grace Livingston Hill

In the year 1824, in a pleasant town located between Schenectady and Albany, stood the handsome colonial residence of Hamilton Van Rensselaer. Solemn hedges shut in the family pride and hid the family sorrow, and about the borders of its spacious gardens, where even the roses seemed subdued, there played a child. The stately house oppressed her, and she loved the sombre garden best.

O," said the child, disappointed, "I thought you'd maybe seed Him sometime. But He look like you, He do. I thought He was you all's fader." The little girl turned away, but her words lingered in Christie's heart. His Father! How that stirred some memory! His Father in heaven! Had he perhaps spoken wrong when he claimed no relationship with Jesus, the Christ?

You know it really doesn't matter about clothes if we look clean and neat and behave well. I think we've been placing too high a value on looks anyway. Of course looks do count a little, but they are, after all, only a trifle beside real worth. And, if we can't impress that girl with our refinement by our actions, why, we can put on all the clothes in the universe, and we won't be able to do it any better.

Indeed, dear boy, I do want to go with all my heart if I really ought. I have always wanted to see the ocean and I can't imagine any place I'd rather go. ? - Grace Livingston Hill, Aunt Crete's Emancipation.? ?

The trouble is we can't see the plan, and so we go fretting because it doesn't fit our ideas.

A man would require a brave heart, indeed, to ask any woman he loved to share the hardships and dangers of a missionary's life.

Aunt Crete gasped with joy. The thought of the ocean, was wonderful. she had dreamed of it many times,but never had seen it, because she was always the one who could just as well stay at home as not. ? - Grace Livingston Hill, Aunt Crete's Emancipation

There is much perplexity and sadness about whether a soul taken from this earth out of the midst of life not lived for God, and spending its last moments in delirium, can be saved. But why does not comfort come to such questioners from the thought of the power of the God who made that soul, to speak to it even in delirium? It is not strange that God should speak to one of his creatures now any more than that he spoke to Adam or to Moses.

upon the world. She understood that perhaps even up to the very day before, they had most of them been merry, careless boys; but now they were men, made so in a night by the horrible sin that had brought about this thing called War.