You ask then how I knew He was present, when His ways can in no way be traced? He is life and power, and as soon as He enters in, He awakens my slumbering soul; He stirs and soothes and pierces my heart, for before it was hard as stone, and diseased.
–Saint Bernard of Clairvaux (1090-1153)
God’s mercy is kind. God gives divine, abundant grace to those who love Him. God’s limitless goodness has comforted me, his servant, and–look!–the Lord’s hands are still reaching out to comfort me.
–Elisabeth of Schönau (1129-1165)
If we find nothing in the world to please us, we ought to be pleased by this very not finding anything to please us.
–Saint Philip Neri (1515-1595)
Each of us is called to cultivate an inner garden in which the Divine Word may grow and flourish.
–Saint John of the Cross (1542-1591)
The fly that clings to honey hinders its flight, and the soul that allows itself attachment to spiritual sweetness hinders its own liberty and contemplation.
–Saint John of the Cross (1542-1591)
The humble resemble a rock. Even though the rock lies downward, it is nevertheless firm. The proud are like smoke. Even though the smoke is lofty, eventually it disappears.
–Saint Augustine (354-430)
