The country in which I live is not my native country, that lies elsewhere, and it must always be the center of my longings.
THERESE OF LISIEUXPrayer and sacrifice can touch souls better than words.
More Therese of Lisieux Quotes
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You know well that Our Lord does not look so much at the greatness of our actions, nor even at their difficulty, as at the love with which we do them.
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Prayer for me is an updward leap of the heart
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When I die, I will send down a shower of roses from the heavens,I will spend my heaven by doing good on earth.
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Love consumes us only in the measure of our self-surrender.
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Holiness is a disposition of the heart that makes us humble and little in the arms of God, aware of our weakness, and confident – in the most audacious way – in His Fatherly goodness.
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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.
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Above the clouds the sky is always blue.
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I want to shine like a little candle before His altar.
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Jesus does not demand great actions from us, but simply surrender and gratitude.
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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.
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Prayer and sacrifice can touch souls better than words.
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When one loves, one does not calculate.
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Our Lord needs from us neither great deeds nor profound thoughts. Neither intelligence nor talents. He cherishes simplicity.
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Perfection consists in doing His will, in being that which He wants us to be.
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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.
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