THE LIFE OF SAINT TERESA OF ÁVILA, BY HERSELF
O how often, when I am in this state, do I remember that verse of David, as the heart panteth after the water brooks, which I seem to see literally fulfilled in myself… When these impulses are not very strong, things appear to calm down a little, or at least the soul seeks some respite, for it does not know what to do. It performs certain penances, but hardly feels them; even if it draws blood it is no more conscious of pain than if the body were dead… But there are other times when the impulses are so strong that it can do absolutely nothing. The entire body contracts; neither foot nor arm can be moved. If one is standing at the time, one falls into a sitting position as though transported, and cannot even take a breath. One only utters a few slight moans, not aloud, for that is impossible, but inwardly, out of pain.