Suffering is the very best gift He has to give us. He gives it only to His chosen friends.
THERESE OF LISIEUXSuffering is the very best gift He has to give us. He gives it only to His chosen friends.
THERESE OF LISIEUXIt is my weakness that gives me all my strength.
THERESE OF LISIEUXTrials help us detach ourselves from the earth; they make us look higher than this world.
THERESE OF LISIEUXLife is only a dream: soon, we shall awaken. And what joy! The greater our sufferings, the more limitless our glory. Oh! do not let us waste the trial Jesus sends.
THERESE OF LISIEUXHow happy I am to see myself as imperfect and to be in need of God’s mercy.
THERESE OF LISIEUXWhen we yield to discouragement it is usually because we give too much thought to the past and to the future.
THERESE OF LISIEUXPerfect 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.
THERESE OF LISIEUXLove proves itself by deeds, so how am I to show my love? Great deeds are forbidden me. The only way I can prove my love is by scattering flowers and these flowers are every little sacrifice, every glance and word, and the doing of the least actions for love.
THERESE OF LISIEUXLove consumes us only in the measure of our self-surrender.
THERESE OF LISIEUXA 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.
THERESE OF LISIEUXWhen one loves, one does not calculate.
THERESE OF LISIEUXIn trial or difficulty I have recourse to Mother Mary, whose glance alone is enough to dissipate every fear.
THERESE OF LISIEUXA word or a smile is often enough to put fresh life in a despondent soul.
THERESE OF LISIEUXLook 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.
THERESE OF LISIEUXFor me, prayer is a surge of the heart; it is a simple look turned toward heaven, it is a cry of recognition and of love, embracing both trial and joy.
THERESE OF LISIEUXAs the sun shines both on the cedar and the smallest flower, so the Divine sun illumines each soul.
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