“Love overcomes, love delights, those who love the Sacred Heart rejoice.”

We can always start all over again. Enjoy God’s amazing opportunities bestowed on us. Have faith in Him always.

I shall do everything for Heaven, my true home. There I shall find my Mother in all the splendor of her glory. I shall delight with her in the joy of Jesus himself in perfect safety.

If one dream should fall and break into a thousand pieces… never be afraid to pick one of those pieces up and begin again. That’s the beauty of being alive…

It is so good, so sweet and above all, so beneficial to suffer.

O Jesus and Mary, let my entire consolation in this world be to love you and to suffer for sinners.

What will be the crown of those who, humble within and humiliated without, have imitated the humility of our Savior in all its fullness!

My Jesus, fill my heart with so much love that one day it will break just to be with you. My Jesus, you know I have placed you as a seal on my heart. Remain there always.

Why must we suffer? Because here below pure Love cannot exist without suffering. O Jesus, Jesus, I no longer feel my cross when I think of yours.

My hope is in you, Lord. Be my refuge, for You are my strength…. Into Your hands, Lord, I commend my spirit. You have redeemed me, Lord, God of Truth.

The Blessed Virgin used me like a broom, and then put me back in my place.

I am delighted at Des’s support in these elections. And thank him for his rewrite of the lyrics of Send in the Clowns which we are planning to sing at our South East conference.

All I can say is if the part doesn’t delight me in some way, or I can’t feel any compassion for it, I just can’t do it.

To be frivolous time-wasters, delighted in putting her favorite volumes into her grandchildren’s hands.

I’m delighted. I don’t know of anybody who had a statue built of them while they were living. It’s a great feeling.

but ignorance is a kind of insanity in the human animal. People who delight in torturing defenseless children or tiny creatures are in reality insane.

In those happy days when leisure was held to be no sin, men and women wrote journals whose copiousness both delights and dismays us.

Guests are the delight of leisure, and the solace of ennui.

I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all the extraneous delights should be withheld or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give.