“Pain is never permanent.”

Never do anything which you could not do in the sight of all.

Prayer is an act of love; words are not needed. Even if sickness distracts from thoughts, all that is needed is the will to love.

The saints rejoiced at injuries and persecutions, because in forgiving them they had something to present to God when they prayed to Him.

However softly we speak, God is near enough to hear us.

To want to become angels while we are still on earth is ridiculous.

Anyone who truly loves God travels securely.

May God protect me from gloomy saints.

Any real ecstasy is a sign you are moving in the right direction.

Union is as if in a room there were two large windows through which the light streamed in; it enters in different places but it all becomes one.

God is even kinder than you think.

Every part of the journey is of importance to the whole.

True love grows by sacrifice and the more thoroughly the soul rejects natural satisfaction the stronger and more detached its tenderness becomes.

If you seek to carry no other crosses but those whose reason you understand, perfection is not for you.

I am afraid that if we begin to put our trust in human help, some of our Divine help will fail us.

God deliver me from people who are so spiritual that they want to turn everything into perfect contemplation, come what may.

True perfection consists in the love of God and our neighbour, and the better we keep both these commandments, the more perfect we shall be.

Tonight I’m stepping lightly and I’m feeling no pain.

You can’t shut off the risk and the pain without losing the love that remains.

No love that a man has will only give him pleasure in return- he shall also suffer pain because of it, except for love of Allah.

I am chaos I am war. I am an ocean an island. I am pain I am truth. I am still human.

Some pain has no relief,it can only be sealed You can grasp the wound to feel the scar unhealed.

My body aches for you and I think it always will.

For anew Self to be born, hardship is necessary. Just as clay needs to go through intense heat to become strong, Love can only be perfected in pain.

Progress in human affairs is more often a pull than a push, a surging forward of the exceptional man, and the lifting of his duller brethren slowly and painfully to his vantage-ground.