“The Lord breathes the breath of life, contrition of heart, into the face of the soul when he impresses upon it his own image and likeness, which has been soiled by sin, and renews it.”

The breadth of charity widens the narrow heart of the sinner.

Christ acts like a loving mother. To induce us to follow Him, He gives us Himself as an example and promises us a reward in His kingdom.

The wisdom of God is reflected in the face of the soul: she will see God as he is, and she will know as she is known.

Draw us forth from the mire, Lord Jesus, with the hook of your Cross; so that we may run, not to your sweetness, but to the bitterness of your Passion.

The prayer of the monk is not perfect until he no longer recognizes himself or the fact that he is praying.

The life of the body is the soul, the life of the soul is Christ.

Charity is the soul of faith, makes it alive; without love, faith dies.

The Lord breathes the breath of life, contrition of heart, into the face of the soul when he impresses upon it his own image and likeness, which has been soiled by sin, and renews it.

He who lives in eternity dwells in the heart of the humble and in the soul of the penitent!

Do you want to have God always in your mind? Be just as he made you to be. Do not go seeking another “you”.

The creator of the heavens obeys a carpenter; the God of eternal glory listens to a poor virgin. Has anyone ever witnessed anything comparable to this?

Nothing so humbles the proud sinner as the humility of Jesus Christ’s humanity.

He prays best who does not know that he is praying.

Of what value is learning that does not turn to love?

The religious soul finds in the heart of Jesus a secure refuge.

Anyone, then, who desires to live chastely in Christ Jesus, must flee not only the mouse of lust, but even from its very scent.

I found by deeper breathing, going into the cold, thinking about it, dealing with it; getting the conviction that my ability to breathe deeper is making connections with my body.

When you’re singing, you’re using extra muscles, and it requires a lot of exercise and breathing. You can’t do that if you’re a sissy. If I have any fitness advice for people, I’d tell them to sing more. It’s good therapy, too.

It quietly stops my breath to realize that my greatest grand gesture, my last, best act of love was to let you go.

I think segregation is bad, I think it’s wrong, it’s immoral. I’d fight against it with every breath in my body, but you don’t need to sit next to a white person to learn how to read and write.

I breathe him in so deep that when he is gone I exhale and taste him again.

Hug me like the wind does healing my heart, calming my soul, while it wraps every inch of me. Caressing my hair, it gives me goosebumps, as it whispers something that takes my breath away.

I’ve got to keep breathing. It’ll be my worst business mistake if I don’t.

Every breath we draw is a gift of God’s love; every moment of existence is a grace.