“Prayer is a new, gracious, lasting will of the soul united and fast-bound to the will of God by the precious and mysterious working of the Holy Ghost.”

But Jesus, who in this Vision informed me of all that is necessary for me, answered and said: It was necessary that there should be sin; but all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.

The goodness of God is the highest object of prayer and it reaches down to our lowest need.

Everything has being through the love of God.

Our Lord God shewed that a deed shall be done, and Himself shall do it, and I shall do nothing but sin, and my sin shall not hinder His Goodness working.

Until I am essentially united with God, I can never have full rest or real happiness.

The fullness of Joy is to behold God in everything.

That love of God is hard and marvelous. It cannot and will not be broken because of our sins.

God willeth that we endlessly hate the sin and endlessly love the soul, as God loveth it.

God loved us before he made us; and his love has never diminished and never shall.

But for I am a woman should I therefore live that I should not tell you the goodness of God?

God, of thy goodness, give me Thyself; for Thou art enough for me, and I can ask for nothing less that can be full honor to Thee. And if I ask anything that is less, ever Shall I be in want, for only in Thee have I all.

Between God and the soul there is no between.

That which is impossible to thee is not impossible to me: I shall save my word in all things and I shall make all things well.

Our life is all grounded and rooted in love, and without love we may not live.

Pray inwardly, even if you do not enjoy it. It does good, though you feel nothing. Yes, even though you think you are doing nothing.

Here saw I a great oneing betwixt Christ and us, to mine understanding: for when He was in pain, we were in pain.

The ghosts of all the women you used to be are all so proud of who you have become, storm child made of wild and flame.

On nights I cant sleep, your ghost puts me back to sleep.

When the light at Vernon turned green, we stepped into the street and George grabbed my hand and the ghosts of our younger selves crossed with us.

Amidst the mists and coldest frosts he thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts.

To be in love with one of those images was worse than being in love with a ghost (perhaps we always want the person we love to have the existenceof a ghost).

To be on an island inhabited by artificial ghosts was the most unbearable of nightmares

O Death, rock me asleep, bring me to quiet rest, let pass my weary guiltless ghost out of my careful breast.

Perhaps we always want the person we love, to have the existence of a ghost.