When one has arrived at the perfect love of God, he becomes as if he were the only man on earth. He cares no more for glory or ignominy; he despises temptations and sufferings; he loses taste and appetite for all things. Finding no support, consolation, or repose in anything, he goes constantly in search of his Beloved, without ever being weary; so that at work or at table, waking or sleeping, in every employment or conversation, his whole thought and his whole aim is to find the Beloved, for his heart is where his treasure is. In one word, he is like a lover who sighs only for the sight of his love, and whose love is his all. -St. John Chrysostom
Zeno the Monk, being absorbed in contemplation, went about, one day, crying aloud like a madman. He happened to meet the Macedonian emperor, and being asked by him what he was doing, he returned the question. “I am going to hunt,” said the emperor. “And I,” replied Zeno, am going to seek God, and I will not stop until I have found Him.”
The blessed Raymond Lullo was so absorbed in divine love that his sole concern was love, and he could think and speak of nothing else. If any one said to him: “Whose are you?” he answered: “Love’s.” “Whence do you come?” “From Love.” “Whither are you going?” “To Love.” “Who has brought you here?” “Love.”
Text from A Year With the Saints (New York: P.J. Kenedy & Sons, 1891).