“I answered the voice that I was a poor girl who knew nothing of riding and warfare.”

One life is all we have and we live it as we believe in living it.

What concerns this dress is a small thing – less than nothing. I did not take it by the advice of any man in the world.

[Responding to trick query about whether she believed herself in a state of grace:] If I am not, may it please God to bring me into it; if I am, may He preserve me in it.

Children say that people are hung sometimes for speaking the truth.

[Before being burned at the stake for her faith:] Hold the cross high so I may see it through the flames.

All battles are first won or lost, in the mind.

I would not say anything more. If I did say anything, afterwards I would always declare that you made me say it by force!

Yet you should not marvel if I do not enter that city so quickly.

It is true I wished to escape; and so I wish still: is not this lawful for all prisoners?

… since God commanded me to go, I must do it.

Alas! that my body, clean and whole, never been corrupted, today must be consumed and burnt to ashes!

As for other avocations of women, there are plenty of other women to perform them.

Get up tomorrow early in the morning, and earlier than you did today, and do the best that you can.

Truly, if you were to tear me limb from limb and separate my soul from my body,

Settle your debt to the king of Heaven; return to the Maiden, who is envoy of the king of Heaven, the keys to all the good towns you took and violated in France.

I was in my thirteenth year when I heard a voice from God to help me govern my conduct. And the first time I was very much afraid.

There should be more sincerity and heart in human relations, more silence and simplicity in our interactions. Be rude when you’re angry, laugh when something is funny, and answer when you’re asked.

This whole problem can be stated quite simply by asking, “Is there a meaning to music?” My answer to that would be, “Yes.” And “Can you state in so many words what the meaning is?” My answer to that would be, “No.”

Someone once asked me… whether I waited for inspiration. My answer was: “Every day!”

Even the rain could be the answer to your prayers.

Maybe you don’t need to have all the answers, maybe life need not be slower or faster; maybe everything’s evolving in the magic of the unseen, maybe its not about doing but simply being.

The role of the artist is to ask questions, not answer them.

However much you knock at nature’s door, she will never answer you in comprehensible words.

No matter how often you knock at nature’s door, she won’t answer in words you can understand–for Nature is dumb. She’ll vibrate and moan like a violin, but you mustn’t expect a song.