I realized that to become a saint one must suffer a great deal, always seek what is best, and forget oneself.
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I realized that to become a saint one must suffer a great deal, always seek what is best, and forget oneself.
THERESE OF LISIEUXFor 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.
THERESE OF LISIEUXWithout love, deeds, even the most brilliant, count as nothing.
THERESE OF LISIEUXSufferings gladly borne for others convert more people than sermons.
THERESE OF LISIEUXJesus, help me to simplify my life by learning what you want me to be and becoming that person.
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 LISIEUXRemember that nothing is small in the eyes of God. Do all that you do with love.
THERESE OF LISIEUXNever stop wanting for your magic.
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 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 LISIEUXEven now I know it: yes, all my hopes will be fulfilled… yes… the Lord will work wonders for me which will surpass infinitely my immeasurable desires.
THERESE OF LISIEUXI prefer the monotony of obscure sacrifice to all ecstasies. To pick up a pin for love can convert a soul.
THERESE OF LISIEUXWhen one loves, one does not calculate.
THERESE OF LISIEUXEach small task of everyday life is part of the total harmony of the universe.
THERESE OF LISIEUXLove needs to be proved by action.
THERESE OF LISIEUXThe 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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