Corncobs are the greatest fire-making tinder.
What offends Him and what wounds His Heart is the lack of confidence. . . Your heart is made to love Jesus, to love Him passionately. . . We have only the short moments of our life to love Jesus!
(Her last words) Oh! I love Him! My God, I love You!
I prefer the monotony of obscure sacrifice to all ecstasies. To pick up a pin for love can convert a soul.
How happy I am to see myself as imperfect and to be in need of God's mercy.
Even now I know it: yes, all my hopes will be fulfilled. . . yes. . . the Lord will work wonders for me which will surpass infinitely my immeasurable desires.
The guest of our soul knows our misery; He comes to find an empty tent within us - that is all He asks.
And if you cast down an idol, there's nothing left.
All this time I've just wanted to be blonde, beautiful and 5 feet 2 inches tall.
You do not need to belong to the cat for a long time to realize the main thing that cats like to do is to wrap theirselves up in mystery, perhaps only except for a hobby of jumbling up everything that is in order. And if the cat can, and usually so, make a great mystery of where it was when you were searching for it even if a moment ago it was sitting by your side, do not have any doubts: its ancestors had a great pleasure to surround its origin by mystery.
Motherhood is this sort of "curtain lifting" of tremendous power that we have individually as women. It's tremendously freaky to have a human being grow inside your body and eventually turn into a human being, and then birth that human being, and then have them be separate from you. Those things are scary. It's also really, really scary to face the idea of losing a child and losing someone you love more than you've loved anything before. All of those things are innately really terrifying, and what it does to me is bring me to a direct kind of confrontation with my human vulnerability.