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Catholic Quote of the Day — from St. Ignatius of Loyola

St. Ignatius of Loyola

“We must always remind ourselves that we are pilgrims until we arrive at our heavenly homeland, and we must not let our affections delay us in the roadside inns and lands through which we pass, otherwise we will forget our destination and lose interest in our final goal.” (St. Ignatius of Loyola, Priest) July 31 is the Memorial of St. Ignatius of Loyola, […]

Catholic Quote of the Day — from C. S. Lewis

C.S. Lewis

“At present we are on the outside of the world, the wrong side of the door. We discern the freshness and purity of morning, but they do not make us fresh and pure. We cannot mingle with the splendours we see. But all the leaves of the New Testament are rustling with the rumour that it will not always be […]

Catholic Quote of the Day — from C. S. Lewis

C.S. Lewis

“The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing—to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from—my country, the place where I ought to have been born. Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing? The longing for home? For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back.” […]

Catholic Quote of the Day — from St. Thérèse of Lisieux

St. Thérèse of Lisieux

“The world’s thy ship and not thy home.” (St. Thérèse of Lisieux—of the Child Jesus, Virgin and Doctor of the Church) October 1 is the Memorial of St. Thérèse of the Child Jesus, Virgin and Doctor of the Church (1873 – 1897) Print this entry

Catholic Quote of the Day — from Pope Emeritus Benedict XVI

Pope Benedict XVI (Philip Chidell / Shutterstock.com)

“Lent stimulates us to let the Word of God penetrate our life and in this way to know the fundamental truth: who we are, where we come from, where we must go, what path we must take in life.” (Pope Benedict XVI, Ash Wednesday General Audience, March 1, 2006) Print this entry

Catholic Quote of the Day — from C. S. Lewis

C.S. Lewis

“The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing—to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from—my country, the place where I ought to have been born. Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing? The longing for home? For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back.” […]