“The love that made Him to suffer passeth as far all His pains as Heaven is above Earth.”

He shall appear suddenly and blissfully to all that love Him.

The ground of mercy is love, and the working of mercy is our keeping in love.

It is most impossible that we should beseech mercy and grace, and not have it.

Pray, even if you feel nothing, see nothing. For when you are dry, empty, sick or weak, at such a time is your prayer most pleasing to God, even though you may find little joy in it. This is true of all believing prayer.

Every act of kindness and compassion done by any man for his fellow Christian is done by Christ working within him.

He that is highest and worthiest was most fully made-nought and most utterly despised.

This is our Lord’s will… that our prayer and our trust be, alike, large.

Our Lord is the ground from whom our prayer grows and in his love and grace he himself gives us our prayers.

For our soul is so preciously loved of him that is highest, that it over-passeth the knowing of all creatures.

He that made all things for love, by the same love keepeth them, and shall keep them without end.

All that is contrary to love and peace is of the Fiend and of his part.

It needeth us to have knowing of the littleness of creatures and to hold as nought all-thing that is made, for to love and have God that is unmade.

A great thing shall I make hereof in Heaven of endless worship and everlasting joys.

Anything less then God, ever me wanteth.

We need to fall, and we need to be aware of it; for if we did not fall, we should not know how weak and wretched we are of ourselves, nor should we know our Maker’s marvellous love so fully.

Charity keepeth us in Faith and Hope, and Hope leadeth us in Charity. And in the end all shall be Charity.

A teardrop on earth summons the King of heaven.

The open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown – the Air is our robe of state – the Earth is our throne, and the Sea a mighty minstrel playing before it.

Whenever you feel lonely start enjoying the company of the most wonderful person on this earth. YOU !

The broken girls are the flowers of the earth they grow through tough conditions they bloom for themselves,

God’s heavenly plan doesn’t always make earthly sense.

Beauty is truth, truth beauty,-that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying.

We aren’t just thrown on this earth like dice tossed across a table. We are lovingly placed here for a purpose