Every morning, when I realize that I remain on earth, I say to Jesus: Lord, how hard is Your heart! As soon as I utter these words, I say to Him: Forgive me, my God, forgive me for speaking to You this way!...
Hasten, hasten, my God, that moment when I will come to You. I find nothing pleasing on earth. Hurry, hurry, Lord! Nothing matters to me anymore. But if I live, I fear that I will become attached to something. I am afraid of myself...
(Miriam of the Crucified, thoughts on death)