“My vocation, at last I have found it; my vocation is love.”

Whose hands are God’s hands, but our hands?

For one pain endured with joy, we shall love the good God more forever.

Silence does good to the soul.

No harm can come to me since, in whatever happens, I see only the tender hand of Jesus.

Prayer and sacrifice can touch souls better than words.

Without love, deeds, even the most brilliant, count as nothing.

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.

Love needs to be proved by action.

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.

Love is what you make it and who you make it with.

If nothing in this world satisfies me, perhaps it is because I was made for another world.

If you love deeply, you’re going to get hurt badly. But it’s still worth it.

Love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice, or a dozen times in our life.

What we once enjoyed and deeply loved we can never lose, For all that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

We love people who can break our heart easily.

I exist as I am, that is enough.

So I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.