The science of loving, yes, that’s the only kind of science I want I’d barter away everything I possess to win it.
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.
More Therese of Lisieux Quotes
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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.
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Love is a universe of its own, comprising all time and space.
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God would never inspire me with desires which cannot be realized; so in spite of my littleness, I can hope to be a saint.
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When we yield to discouragement it is usually because we give too much thought to the past and to the future.
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He has created the poor savage with no guide but natural law, and it is to their hearts that He deigns to stoop. They are His wild flowers whose homeliness delights Him.
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Silence does good to the soul.
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Never stop wanting for your magic.
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Jesus needs neither books nor Doctors of Divinity in order to instruct souls; He, the Doctor of Doctors, He teaches without noise of words.
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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.
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The greatest honor God can do a soul is not give it much; but to ask much of it.
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You cannot be half a saint; you must be a whole saint or no saint at all.
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In trial or difficulty I have recourse to Mother Mary, whose glance alone is enough to dissipate every fear.
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If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.
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The country in which I live is not my native country, that lies elsewhere, and it must always be the center of my longings.
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When one loves, one does not calculate.
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