“If it were given to a man to see virtue’s reward in the next world, he would occupy his intellect, memory and will in nothing but good works, careless of danger or fatigue.”

He who loses an opportunity is like the man who lets a bird fly from his hand, for he will never recover it.

Obedience is a penance of reason, and, on that account, a sacrifice more acceptable than all corporal penances and mortifications.

Let my soul live as if separated from my body.

Yearning: It needs to hurt in order to be worthy of the word. Otherwise it is just wanting.

Love consists not in feeling great things but in having great detachment and in suffering for the Beloved.

To love is to be transformed into what we love. To love God is therefore to be transformed into God.

Never listen to accounts of the frailty of others; and if anyone should complain to you of another, humbly ask him not to speak about him at all.

Faith is the union of God and the soul.

Seek in reading and thou shalt find in meditation; knock in prayer and it shall be opened in contemplation.

To reach satisfaction in all desire its possession in nothing, To come to the knowledge of all desire the knowledge of nothing. To come to possess all desire the possession of nothing. To arrive at being all desire to be nothing.

If you lose an opportunity you will be like one who lets the bird fly away; you will never get it back.

They say, “God told me”, or “God replied to me”. And yet most of the time they are talking to themselves.

Never relax, for you will not attain to the possession of true spiritual delights if first you do not learn to deny your every desire.

The road is narrow. He who wishes to travel it more easily must cast off all things and use the cross as his cane. In other words, he must be truly resolved to suffer willingly for the love of God in all things.

Lord, I shall see you no more with the eyes of the flesh.

He who interrupts the course of his spiritual exercises and prayer is like a man who allows a bird to escape from his hand; he can hardly catch it again.

Why not accept your beautiful mess? and care a little less?

I love the way he takes care of my love for him.

The more you care, the more it hurts.

He is the epitome of wildflower, growing with no one to care.

If the world cares about my poems, I need to take care of the poet.

When I stopped caring about every other content creator, I became the best one.

Most of the time I care more for the happiness of others than for my own.

I care but I’m done trying. I love but I’m done showing.