“Everyone has been made for some particular work and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.”

Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.

These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.

You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?

Love said to me, there is nothing that is not me. Be silent.

Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.

Woman is the light of God.

What you seek is seeking you.

I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.

Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.

Thankfulness brings you to the place where the Beloved lives.

My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.

Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.

Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives.

Never lose hope, my heart, miracles dwell in the invisible. If the whole world turns against you keep your eyes on the Friend.

At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come, I’ll sit up and sing.

Do not desire crosses, unless you have borne those already laid upon you well — it is an abuse to long after martyrdom while unable to bear an insult patiently.

The retouching is excessive. I do not look like that and more importantly, I don’t desire to look like that.

Our natural Will is to have God, and the Good Will of God is to have us; and we may never cease from willing nor from longing till we have Him in fullness of joy: and then may we no more desire.

Observing desire without acting on it enlarges our freedom to choose how we live.

There is nothing we can desire or want that we do not find in God.

Misery doesn’t love just any company it desires the kind presence only loneliness feeds but that’s not love at all. – love doesn’t eat it bleeds.

God would never inspire me with desires which cannot be realized; so in spite of my littleness, I can hope to be a saint.

All the arts serving human desires and needs are derived from the breath that Godsent into the human body.