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 LISIEUXPrayer and sacrifice can touch souls better than words.
More Therese of Lisieux Quotes
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Whose hands are God’s hands, but our hands?
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Silence does good to the soul.
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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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Nothing’s done well when it’s done out of self-interest.
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Each small task of everyday life is part of the total harmony of the universe.
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Remember that nothing is small in the eyes of God. Do all that you do with love.
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Jesus, help me to simplify my life by learning what you want me to be and becoming that person.
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Our Lord needs from us neither great deeds nor profound thoughts. Neither intelligence nor talents. He cherishes simplicity.
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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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Love 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.
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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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Without love, deeds, even the most brilliant, count as nothing.
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It is love alone that counts.
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No harm can come to me since, in whatever happens, I see only the tender hand of Jesus.
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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.
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