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My spirit has become dry because it forgets to feed on you.

...God has an immense desire to enrich us with His graces, but it is we who determine the amount to the extent that we know how to let ourselves be immolated by Him...

And it is clear that since God wants to lead those whom He greatly loves by the path of tribulation there is no reason to think that He despises contemplatives, for with His own mouth He praises them and considers them His friends.

Sanctity lies not in saying beautiful things, or even in thinking them, or feeling them: it lies in truly being willing to suffer.

When our hearts are free from liking and judging people merely according to their natural gifts we are not held captive by external and changing charms.  We are instead free to love people as they really are, and we can penetrate more easily to the core of their personality, their true goodness.

It is that much harder to let what belongs to us be taken without asking for it back. But the moment we accept this, we feel how light the burden is.

When I see souls very earnest in trying to understand the prayer they have and very sullen when they are in it- for it seems they don't dare let their minds move or stir lest a bit of their spiritualdelight and devotion be lost- it makes me realize how little they understand of the way by which union is attained.

His Majesty, in saying that the soul is made in His own image, makes it almost impossible for us to understand the sublime dignity and beauty of the soul.

They condemn others in their heart when they see that they have not the kind of devotion which they themselves desire; and sometimes they even say this in words, herein resembling the Pharisee, who boasted of himself, praising God for his own good works and despising the publican.

When it seems to you that the little bark of your soul is about to break, throw out into the sea of tribulation the anchor of hope and have confidence in the divine help. Have no fear that the most merciful God will allow himself to be surpassed by your confidence; He loves our souls so much that He gives much more than we ask of Him.

The cataracts of heaven are always open to send down grace, but we do not have the mouth of our desire open to receive it.

...not with the noise of words but with longing that He hears us.