“As we know, our own mother bore us only into pain and dying. But our true mother, Jesus, who is all love, bears us into joy and endless living. Blessed may he be.”

Prayer unites the soul to God.

We are kept all as securely in Love in woe as in weal, by the Goodness of God.

As truly as God is our Father, so truly God is our Mother.

Lord Jesus, I have heard you say: ‘Sin is necessary but all will be well, and all will be well, and every kind of thing will be well’.

The Enemy is overcome by the blessed Passion and Death of our Lord Jesus Christ.

Peace and love are ever in us, being and working; but we be not alway in peace and in love.

But Jesus, who in this Vision informed me of all that is necessary for me, answered and said: It was necessary that there should be sin; but all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.

The goodness of God is the highest object of prayer and it reaches down to our lowest need.

Everything has being through the love of God.

Our Lord God shewed that a deed shall be done, and Himself shall do it, and I shall do nothing but sin, and my sin shall not hinder His Goodness working.

Until I am essentially united with God, I can never have full rest or real happiness.

The fullness of Joy is to behold God in everything.

That love of God is hard and marvelous. It cannot and will not be broken because of our sins.

God willeth that we endlessly hate the sin and endlessly love the soul, as God loveth it.

God loved us before he made us; and his love has never diminished and never shall.

But for I am a woman should I therefore live that I should not tell you the goodness of God?

Death is with you all the time; you get deeper in it as you move towards it, but it’s not unfamiliar to you. It’s always been there, so what becomes unfamiliar to you when you pass away from the moment is really life.

A bunch of miserable, angry people exploiting death.

Death meant little to me. It was the last joke in a series of bad jokes.

Death, therefore, the most awful of evils, is nothing to us, seeing that, when we are, death is not come, and, when death is come, we are not.

We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.

Even for those to whom life and death are equal jests. There are some things that are still held in respect.

If there be light, then there is darkness; if cold, heat; if height, depth; if solid, fluid; if hard, soft; if rough, smooth; if calm, tempest; if prosperity, adversity; if life, death.

Once more I am the silent one who came out of the distance wrapped in cold rain and bells: I owe to earth’s pure death the will to sprout.