“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.”

Oh, night that guided me, Oh, night more lovely than the dawn,Oh, night that joined Beloved with lover, Lover transformed in the Beloved!

At the evening of life, we shall be judged on our love.

God passes through the thicket of the world, and wherever His glance falls He turns all things to beauty.

Now that I no longer desire all, I have it all without desire.

Who teaches the soul if not God?

Live in the world as if only God and your soul were in it; then your heart will never be made captive by any earthly thing.

God desires the smallest degree of purity of conscience in you more than all the works you can perform.

Seek in reading and you will find in meditation; knock in prayer and it will be opened to you in contemplation.

Contemplation is nothing else but a secret, peaceful, and loving infusion of God, which, if admitted, will set the soul on fire with the Spirit of love.

The eternal tide flows hid in Living Bread. That with its Heavenly Life too be fed.

He who avoids prayer is avoiding everything that is good.

Whoever does not seek the cross of Christ doesn’t seek the glory of Christ.

See that you are not suddenly saddened by the adversities of this world, for you do not know the good they bring, being ordained in the judgments of God for the everlasting joy of the elect.

Where there is no love, pour love in, and you will draw love out.

God leads every soul by a separate path.

At the end of our life, we shall all be judged by charity.

If we go down into ourselves, we find that we possess exactly what we desire.

All the powers of soul and body, memory, understanding, and will, interior and exterior senses, the desires of spirit and of sense, all workin and by love.

Do not desire to fit in. Desire to oblige yourselves to lead.

Desire sets our compass, but real life steers our course.

We can do nothing ourselves; God must do it. To speak to Him thus is easier by nature for woman than for man because a natural desire lives in her to give herself completely to someone.

If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.

How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.

Forbid us something, and that thing we desire.