For me, prayer is a surge of the heart; it is a simple look turned toward heaven, it is a cry of recognition and of love, embracing both trial and joy.
Never stop wanting for your magic.
He does not call those who are worthy, but those whom He wills.
Jesus makes the bitterest mouthful taste sweet.
The good God would not inspire unattainable desires.
The science of loving, yes, that’s the only kind of science I want I’d barter away everything I possess to win it.
It has a supernatural grandeur which expands the soul and unites it with God. I say an Our Father or a Hail Mary when I feel so spiritually barren that I cannot summon up a single worth while thought. These two prayers fill me with rapture and feed and satisfy my soul.
In Heaven the good God will do all I wish, because I have never done my own will upon earth.
What a joy to remember that she is our Mother! Since she loves us and knows our weakness, what have we to fear?
The morrow of this day will be eternity; then Jesus will return you a hundred fold the lovely, rightful joys that you are sacrificing for him.
Go often to Holy Communion. Go very often! This is your one remedy.
You must open a little, or rather raise on high your corolla so that the Bread of Angels may come as divine dew to strengthen you, and to give you all that is wanting to you.
I say nothing to him I love him.
The world’s thy ship and not thy home.
I am convinced that one should tell one’s spiritual director if one has a great desire for Communion, for Our Lord does not come from Heaven every day to stay in a golden ciborium; He comes to find another heaven, the heaven of our soul in which He loves to dwell.
Do not fear to tell Jesus that you love Him even without feeling it. That is the way to force Jesus to help you, to carry you like a little child too feeble to walk.
It is wrong to pass one’s time in fretting, instead of sleeping on the Heart of Jesus.
I have at last found my vocation; it is love!
Clearly we must not be attached to anything, no matter how innocent, because it will slip from our grasp when least expected; nothing but the eternal can content us.
My God, how good Thou art! How well dost Thou suit the trial to our strength!
My only consolation lies in not having any here below.