“For me, prayer is an upward leap of the heart, an untroubled glance towards heaven, a cry of gratitude and love which I utter from the depths of sorrow as well as from the heights of joy.”

I felt it better to speak to God than about Him.

Prayer for me is an updward leap of the heart

The greatest honor God can do a soul is not give it much; but to ask much of it.

Let us go forward in peace, our eyes upon heaven, the only one goal of our labors.

The loveliest materpiece of the heart of God is the love of a Mother.

The science of loving, yes, that’s the only kind of science I want I’d barter away everything I possess to win it.

If I did not simply live from one moment to another, it would be impossible for me to be patient, but I only look at the present, I forget the past, and I take good care not to forestall the future.

Discouragement itself is a form of pride.

It is my weakness that gives me all my strength.

Never stop wanting for your magic.

Holiness is a disposition of the heart that makes us humble and little in the arms of God, aware of our weakness, and confident – in the most audacious way – in His Fatherly goodness.

Remember that nothing is small in the eyes of God. Do all that you do with love.

Love is the Cross, and the Cross is Love.

Suffering is the very best gift He has to give us. He gives it only to His chosen friends.

(Her last words) Oh! I love Him! My God, I love You!

My whole strength lies in prayer and sacrifice, these are my invincible arms; they can move hearts far better than words, I know it by experience.

The love that flows through your heart purifies not only your own spirit, but the love you share with others.

When she holds me close to her chest – her heart speaks to me.

The autumn breeze carves out an ache in your memory.

Sworn enemies. Past lovers. What did either of our hearts do to deserve this. You were poetry to me.

Amnesty International adopted me as a prisoner of conscience, and that led to my – it touched me in a way that really led to me opening up my heart, I’ve called it the re-humanisation process.

God, I know you’ve been there. I know you’ve been there even if I didn’t feel you. I ask you open my heart up to you when I want to close it.

A long time ago I came to realize that no matter where I am no distance I could go can ever make my heart forget you’ve made a home inside my soul.

How disheartening and yet a kind of relief that you too turned out to be just like all the rest. How freeing it is to watch the sun rise and set without you.