One day I saw with the eyes of my eternity in bliss and without effort, a stone. It tasted sweet, like heavenly herbs.
Mechthild of MagdeburgFrom suffering I have learned this: that whoever is sore wounded by love will never be made whole unless she embraces the very same love which wounded her.
Mechthild of MagdeburgLord, you are my lover, my longing, my flowing stream, my sun, and I am your reflection.
Mechthild of MagdeburgThose who would know much, and love little, will ever remain at but the beginning of a godly life.
Mechthild of Magdeburg