“The science of loving, yes, that’s the only kind of science I want I’d barter away everything I possess to win it.”

Each small task of everyday life is part of the total harmony of the universe.

I prefer to be accused unjustly, for then I have nothing to reproach myself with, and joyfully offer this to the good Lord. Then I humble myself at the thought that I am indeed capable of doing the thing of which I have been accused.

Miss no single opportunity of making some small sacrifice, here by a smiling look, there by a kindly word; always doing the smallest right and doing it all for love.

The guest of our soul knows our misery; He comes to find an empty tent within us – that is all He asks.

The world’s thy ship and not thy home.

Perfect love means putting up with other peoples shortcomings, feeling no surprise at their weaknesses, finding encouragement even in the slightest evidence of good qualities in them.

I prefer the monotony of obscure sacrifice to all ecstasies. To pick up a pin for love can convert a soul.

Let us love, since our heart is made for nothing else.

When one loves, one does not calculate.

Our Lord needs from us neither great deeds nor profound thoughts. Neither intelligence nor talents. He cherishes simplicity.

It is love alone that counts.

What offends Him and what wounds His Heart is the lack of confidence…Your heart is made to love Jesus, to love Him passionately…We have only the short moments of our life to love Jesus!

I know now that true charity consists in bearing all our neighbors’defects–not being surprised at their weakness, but edified at their smallest virtues.

I am very far from practicing what I understand.

If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.

Sufferings gladly borne for others convert more people than sermons.

I’m not the kind of guy who’s taking advantage of my position.

How is it so easy for you to be kind to people? he asked. Milk and honey dripped from my lips as I answered cause people have not been kind to me.

She’s beautiful, she looks kind, she probably gives you butterflies.

Everything that happens in the material world is essentially a certain kind of wave. If you are a good sailor, every wave is a possibility.

My heart aches for sisters more than anything it aches for women helping women like flowers ache for spring.

The kindest words my father said to me- women like you drown oceans.

I don’t want whatever I want. Nobody does. Not really. What kind of fun would it be if I just got everything I ever wanted just like that, and it didn’t mean anything? What then?

Maybe self-care is choosing to be your own kind of lovely.