“Where there is no love, pour love in, and you will draw love out.”

Take God for your spouse and friend and walk with him continually, and you will not sin and will learn to love, and the things you must do will work out prosperously for you.

Though the path is plain and smooth for men of good will, he who walks it will not travel far, and will do so only with difficulty, if he does not have good feet: that is, courage and a persevering spirit.

The window of the soul cleansed perfectly and made completely transparent by the divine light.

Live in faith and hope, though it be in darkness, for in this darkness God protects the soul. Cast your care upon God for you are His and He will not forget you. Do not think that He is leaving you alone, for that would be to wrong Him.

My sole occupation is love.

In the twilight of life, God will not judge us on our earthly possessions and human success, but rather on how much we have loved.

The virtuous soul that is alone and without a master is like a long lone burning coal; it will grow colder rather than hotter.

The soul of one who serves God always swims in joy, always keeps holiday, is always in her palace of jubilation, ever singing with fresh ardor and fresh pleasure a new song of joy and love.

Beloved, all that is harsh and difficult I want for myself, and all that is gentle and sweet for thee.

Let all find COMPASSION in YOU.

However softly we speak, God is so close to us that he can hear us; nor do we need wings to go in search of him, but merely to seek solitude and contemplate him within ourselves, without being surprised to find such a good Guest there.

The soul that journey’s to God, but doesn’t shake off it’s cares and quiet it’s appetities, is like someone who drags a cart of dirt uphill.

Never give up prayer, and should you find dryness and difficulty, persevere in it for this very reason. God often desires to see what love your soul has, and love is not tried by ease and satisfaction.

He who loses an opportunity is like the man who lets a bird fly from his hand, for he will never recover it.

Obedience is a penance of reason, and, on that account, a sacrifice more acceptable than all corporal penances and mortifications.

Let my soul live as if separated from my body.

Without you, dearest dearest I couldn’t see or hear or feel or think – or live – I love you so and I’m never in all our lives going to let us be apart another night.

I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.

I have no particular love for my species, but own to an exhaustless fund of compassion.

Being in love, she concluded, is simply a presentation of our pasts to another individual, mostly packages so unwieldy that we can no longer manage the loosened strings alone.

I love newspapers. I’ve worked on newspapers, all my life. I’ve always loved it.

I learned the real meaning of love. Love is absolute loyalty. People fade, looks fade, but loyalty never fades. You can depend so much on certain people, you can set your watch by them. And that’s love, even if it doesn’t seem very exciting.

I love playing. If it was down to just that, it would be utopia.

My life belongs to me, my love belongs to those who can see it.