Whoever at some point Is seriously wounded by true love Will never become healthy again Unless he kisses that same mouth By which his soul was wounded.
Mechthild of Magdeburg
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Whoever at some point Is seriously wounded by true love Will never become healthy again Unless he kisses that same mouth By which his soul was wounded.
Mechthild of Magdeburg
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When God appears in the dark, there's no laughter or ardor or devotion or love, there's nothing on your face or in your heart, not a shudder, not a movement. The body sees nothing, the eyes of the soul open up. The body rests and sleeps, stays speechless and motionless. All the acts of friendship God has vouchsafed me, numerous and indescribable, and his sweetness and gifts and words and operations, all this is small when placed next to Him whom I see in the vastness of the dark.
Angela of Foligno
Where I was, I was looking for love and couldn't find it. I even lost the love I'd brought along with me till then, and I became non-love.
Angela of Foligno
spiritual body knows no death. spiritual body knows no shame. and therefore it knows love. but as long as you have a body of death, a body of shame, there is no love for you. first: angelization
four foundations of beauty: humility, silence, gentleness and wisdom
And so came the winter, and a shroud of snow covered the forest.