“Desolation is a file, and the endurance of darkness is preparation for great light.”

At the end of our life, we shall all be judged by charity.

In search of my Love I will go over mountains and strands; I will gather no flowers, I will fear no wild beasts; And pass by the mighty and the frontiers.

Abide in peace, banish cares, take no account of all that happens, and you will serve God according to his good pleasure and rest in him.

There is nothing better or more necessary than love.

In tribulation immediately draw near to God with confidence, and you will receive strength, enlightenment, and instruction.

Not to follow the advice of our confessor is pride and a want of faith.

Whenever anything disagreeable or displeasing happens to you, remember Christ crucified and be silent.

He who loves is not ashamed before men of what he does for God, neither does he hide it through shame though the whole world should condemn it.

My spirit has become dry because it forgets to feed on You.

It is great wisdom to know how to be silent and to look at neither the remarks, nor the deeds, nor the lives of others.

Silence is God’s first language.

In the inner stillness where meditation leads, the Spirit secretly anoints the soul and heals our deepest wounds.

All the powers of soul and body, memory, understanding, and will, interior and exterior senses, the desires of spirit and of sense, all workin and by love.

When there is no love, pour in love and you shall draw out love.

Faith is a dark night for man, but in this very way it gives him light.

God is a dark night to man in this life.

Everything belonged to him–but that was a trifle. The thing to know was what he belonged to, how many powers of darkness claimed him for their own.

We live in the flicker — may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling! But darkness was here yesterday.

The martyrs shook the powers of darkness with the irresistible power of weakness.

Nature is the greatest teacher and I learn from her best when others are asleep. In the still dark hours before sunrise God tells me of the plans I am to fulfill.

Your dark times will show you who can never be your light.

I knew I held strength when in the darkest, coldest corner of my mind I managed to make flowers grow.

The world outside existed in a kind of darkness; and we inquired about nothing.

It takes more courage to dig deep in the dark corners of your own soul and the back alleys of your society than it does for a soldier to fight on the battlefield.