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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.

Therese of Lisieux

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What a joy to remember that she is our Mother! Since she loves us and knows our weakness, what have we to fear?
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Fear Joy Mom Remember Weakness
I say nothing to him I love him.
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Dedication God Himself Love
For 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.
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Embrace Heart Joy Love Myself Prayer Simplicity
Miss no single opportunity of making some small sacrifice, here by a smiling look, there by a kindly word; always doing the smallest right and doing it all for love.
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Kind Love Opportunity Sacrifice Smile Word
The guest of our soul knows our misery; He comes to find an empty tent within us – that is all He asks.
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Empty Himself Misery Soul
Love is the Cross, and the Cross is Love.
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God Love Religious
Jesus, help me to simplify my life by learning what you want me to be and becoming that person.
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Help Learning Myself Person Simplicity
The world’s thy ship and not thy home.
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Home Perspective World
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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Humble Joy Myself Offering Thinking
In trial or difficulty I have recourse to Mother Mary, whose glance alone is enough to dissipate every fear.
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Alone Difficult Fear God Mom Strength
Whose hands are God’s hands, but our hands?
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God Hands Ourselves Religious
Without love, deeds, even the most brilliant, count as nothing.
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Brilliant Count Love Worth
Sufferings gladly borne for others convert more people than sermons.
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Born Convertion People Suffering
Love consumes us only in the measure of our self-surrender.
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Consumption Love Measurement Ourselves Surrender
If I did not simply live from one moment to another, it would be impossible for me to be patient, but I only look at the present, I forget the past, and I take good care not to forestall the future.
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Forget Future Impossible Live Moments Myself Past Simplicity
When one loves, one does not calculate.
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Calculation Himself Love

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