Saint Teresa of Avila (1515-1582)
My God, how sad it is to live without you. I long to see you; but if I cannot see you, I want to die. Master, my soul cries out in vain for you; my eyes have never seen you; my ears have never heard you; my hands have never touched you; my nose has never smelt you. My God, when at last you enter my heart, I want you to stay. But if you cannot stay there, I want to die.
