“He who carries God in his heart bears Heaven with him wherever he goes.”

Stand firm and immovable as an anvil when it is beaten upon.

Let us work as if success depended upon ourselves alone, but with heartfelt conviction that we are doing nothing, and God everything.

If you attach your heart to certain places and occupations, obedience oftentimes places you in some other place that you may not like; to be always cheerful, be always humble and obedient.

Remember that bodily exercise, when it is well ordered, as I have said, is also prayer by means of which you can please God our Lord.

It is proper to ask for sorrow with Christ in sorrow, anguish with Christ in anguish, tears and deep grief because of the great affliction Christ endures for me.

May the perfect grace and eternal love of Christ our Lord be our never-failing protection and help.

The acknowledgment of and gratitude for favors and gifts received is loved and esteemed in Heaven and on earth.

If God causes you to suffer much, it is a sign that He certainly intends to make you a saint.

It is not the finest wood that feeds the fire of Divine love, but the wood of the Cross.

Remember that the good angels do what they can to preserve men from sin and obtain God’s honor. But they do not lose courage when men fail.

Finding God in All Things.

Few souls understand what God would effect in them if they should give themselves entirely into his hands and allow his grace to act.

He who is not getting better is getting worse.

May it please Christ our Lord to grant us true humility and abnegation of will and judgment, so that we may deserve to begin to be His disciples.

Concerning the harsh treatment of the body for our Lord’s sake, I would say, avoid anything that would cause the shedding even of a drop of blood.

The servant of God earns half a doctorate through illness.

I offer no explanations on how i choose to repair what you broke.

Every heart hides, wounds that never bleed.

Yes, I do things to make you happy because doing that makes my heart happy too.

We were so beautiful together, I thought we were magic or even the greatest fairytale except there was no villain just a lost prince whose heart did not love his wildfire princess.

Her heart was close to him. Her heart is closed for him.

We preserve their places in our hearts depending on the way they leave them.

Undo the buttons that close the fabric of my heart, with care. Its fragile fibres have been ripped out too many times to bear.

There is no love deeper than a broken soul madly in love.