“Love turns work into rest.”

In a state of grace, the soul is like a well of limpid water, from which flow only streams of clearest crystal. Its works are pleasing both to God and man, rising from the River of Life, beside which it is rooted like a tree.

How poor is the wisdom of men, and how uncertain their forecast!

It is impossible for human tongue to exaggerate the riches which a vision from God brings to the soul: it even bestows health and refreshment on the body.

To reach something good it is very useful to have gone astray, and thus acquire experience.

Consider seriously how quickly people change, and how little trust is to be had in them; and hold fast to God, Who does not change.

In light of heaven, the worst suffering on earth will be seen to be no more serious than one night in an inconvenient hotel.

From moment to moment one can bear much.

May I not come before You with empty hands, since we are rewarded according to our deeds.

When we accept what happens to us and make the best of it, we are praising God.

Love draws forth love.

Prayer is an act of love. Words are not needed.

Desire to see God, be fearful of losing Him, and find joy in everything that can lead to Him. If you act in this way, you will always live in great peace.

Pain is never permanent.

It is the nature of love to work in a thousand different ways.

It is a dangerous thing to be satisfied with ourselves.

Don’t let your sins turn into bad habits.

I love looking at myself through your eyes.

When the mind rests into its silent nature, it realise that love don’t come and go. Love can’t die.

I love you, and I’m so sorry I don’t know how to.

You say: you are mourning a man that could not love you. Full stop. Cover the last word. There’s the truth.

Being on her own, the kingdom of solitude is her power of self awareness and self love.

She metamorphosed into grand ground breaking tales of love, passion, hopes and revival.

There is tonic in the things that men do not love to hear. Free speech is to a great people what the winds are to oceans and where free speech is stopped miasma is bred, and death comes fast.

Love is life’s end, but never ending. Love is life’s wealth, never spent, but ever spending. Love’s life’s reward, rewarded in rewarding.