Silence is God's first language.

Yearning: It needs to hurt in order to be worthy of the word. Otherwise it is just wanting.

Would that men might come at last to see that it is quite impossible to reach the thicket of the riches and wisdom of God except by first entering the thicket of much suffering, in such a way that the soul finds there its consolation and desire. The soul that longs for divine wisdom chooses first, and in truth, to enter the thicket of the cross.

Love consists not in feeling great things but in having great detachment and in suffering for the Beloved.

Desolation is a file, and the endurance of darkness is preparation for great light.

The soul that walks in love neither tires others nor grows tired.

At the evening of life, we shall be judged on our love.