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

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.

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 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 kiss the skies, set the sun in my eyes and swallow up the streams. I swear to god, I only feel alive in my most ludricious dreams.

I’m alive and I want to keep living.

I remember thinking how often we look, but never see … we listen, but never hear … we exist, but never feel. We take our relationships for granted. A house is only a place. It has no life of its own. It needs human voices, activity and laughter to come alive.

You’ve been put on the world to love the act of being alive.

To be a Christian without prayer is no more possible than to be alive without breathing.

I enjoy life when things are happening. I don’t care if it’s good things or bad things. That means you’re alive.

If I’m breathing in 2016, I’ll be happy.

To cry means that you are feeling as much as you possibly can in that moment and that is exactly what I mean when I say you are alive.