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

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.

Sufferings gladly borne for others convert more people than sermons.

When we yield to discouragement it is usually because we give too much thought to the past and to the future.

Look at His adorable face. Look at His glazed and sunken eyes. Look at His wounds. Look Jesus in the Face. There, you will see how He loves us.

You cannot be half a saint; you must be a whole saint or no saint at all.

Trials help us detach ourselves from the earth; they make us look higher than this world.

Do not fear to tell Jesus that you love Him even without feeling it. That is the way to force Jesus to help you, to carry you like a little child too feeble to walk.

As the sun shines both on the cedar and the smallest flower, so the Divine sun illumines each soul.

For me, prayer is an upward leap of the heart, an untroubled glance towards heaven, a cry of gratitude and love which I utter from the depths of sorrow as well as from the heights of joy.

Look at Him while He is looking at you.

In trial or difficulty I have recourse to Mother Mary, whose glance alone is enough to dissipate every fear.

He does not call those who are worthy, but those whom He wills.

I want to give myself totally to Him…I want to live no longer but for Him.

Petals and thorns grew hand in hand, realizing themselves, the oneness in them didn’t seem afar!

Honey, not every flower belongs to your garden.

Don’t be afraid to bloom even in the darkest of times, just like moonflower blooms in the depths of the night.

You could see a butterfly as just a butterfly, or you could see it as an iridescent flower amidst the endless periwinkle blue skies.

Water your scars with self-love and watch them bloom into flowers of strength.

The day I know who I am, why and how is known of me, I will be me, Me: free from thorns and petals that go round and round, in heads and heels, and would reveal me, me indeed!

Sunflowers never beg to be adored.

Stretching his hand up to reach the stars, too often man forgets the flowers at his feet.