“To love God so much that you are sad to be anywhere but in a church, or on your knees, or, at least, quiet.
All day the thought of Him, or of the Blessed Virgin, comes to you in the midst of the things you are doing, and flies like an arrow through you!
Where is it gone? Have I lost it already by talking about it?”
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(From: Run to the Mountain. The Journals of Thomas Merton. Volume One 1939-1941) (This quotation: September 4, 1941)