Lord, if it please You that the darkness of my soul become deeper, that I not see You, it will not bother me because I want to fulfill Your will. I want to spend my life suffering to make reparation for my sins and those of sinners and so priests…
It seems to the soul that the entire universe is a sea of love in which it is engulfed, for conscious of the living point or center of love within itself, it is unable to catch sight of the boundaries of this love. -St. John of the Cross
I remember his love for the prodigal son, I have heard his words to Mary Magdalene, to the woman taken in adultery, to the woman of Samaria. No – there is no one who could frighten me, for I know too well what to believe concerning his mercy and his…
During these painful times when you feel a terrible void, think how He is enlarging the capacity of your soul so that it can receive Him, making it, as it were, infinite just as He is infinite. So, as far as your will is concerned, try to remain perfectly joyous…
If Our Lord were to offer me a choice between dying in ecstasy or in the loneliness of Calvary, I would prefer the latter, not for the sake of the merit, but to glorify Him and be like Him. If I had died in my former state of soul, it…
One is so happy living in intimacy with God, making one’s life a heart to heart exchange of love with the Divine Master and knowing that He will be found in the center of one’s soul. One is then never alone and one’s greatest need becomes a solitude in which…
My God, in spite of all my misereres and since, I will always hope in You. Even if You cast me into hell, I will still hope in You. -Bl. Mary of Jesus Crucified
He who really loves You, my Good, walks safely on a broad and royal road. He is far from the precipice. Hardly has he begun to stumble when You, Lord, give him Your hand. One fall is not sufficient for a person to be lost nor are many, if he…
Mark well, however, that self-knowledge is indispensable, even for those whom God takes to dwell in the same mansion with Himself. Nothing else, however elevated, perfects the soul which must never seek to forget its own nothingness. Let humility be always at work, like the bee at the honeycomb, or…
Since the delight arising from the sigh of Your being and beauty is unendurable, and since I must die in seeing You, may the vision of Your beauty be my death. -St. John of the Cross SC 11:6