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

Jesus needs neither books nor Doctors of Divinity in order to instruct souls; He, the Doctor of Doctors, He teaches without noise of words.

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.

The more you love, the more you suffer.

For me the only things of interests are those linked to the heart.

The beginning is perhaps more difficult than anything else, but keep heart, it will turn out all right.

The reality is, sometimes, you lose. And you’re never too good to lose. And you’re never too big to lose. You’re never too smart to lose.

Champions come and go, but to be legendary you got to have heart, more heart than the next man, more than anyone in the world.

I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.

We love people who can break our heart easily.

Leave me in peace, let me sleep one night at least without my pillow being wet with tears, my eyes burning and my head throbbing