“Prayer for me is an updward leap of the heart”

The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.

A heart given to God loses none of its natural tenderness; on the contrary, the more pure and divine it becomes, the more such tenderness increases.

Nobody is a good judge in his own cause!

God would never inspire me with desires which cannot be realized; so in spite of my littleness, I can hope to be a saint.

Frequently, only silence can express my prayer.

I say nothing to him I love him.

Holiness consists simply in doing God’s will, and being just what God wants us to be.

I realized that to become a saint one must suffer a great deal, always seek what is best, and forget oneself.

When I die, I will send down a shower of roses from the heavens,I will spend my heaven by doing good on earth.

I felt it better to speak to God than about Him.

The greatest honor God can do a soul is not give it much; but to ask much of it.

Let us go forward in peace, our eyes upon heaven, the only one goal of our labors.

The loveliest materpiece of the heart of God is the love of a Mother.

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

If I did not simply live from one moment to another, it would be impossible for me to be patient, but I only look at the present, I forget the past, and I take good care not to forestall the future.

Discouragement itself is a form of pride.

Of this, i am certain, my heart begins and ends with him.

This petite heart found strength in your kind eyes.

She was too much for you…Pouring her love onto you, she thought she would quench your thirst, but you drowned…She didn’t know your heart was just a shot glass and not a continent.

You made me a mom. And painted the sun and moon inside my heart.

All my trauma grown to thorns, he overlooked it all. Perhaps they caused him to bleed in ways I can’t recall.

When I look to my heart for answers your face is all I can see.

Don’t share your feelings to someone until your heart never feels them real.

Poetry has its own language which can only be understood, when you read it with your heart and feel it within your soul.