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 LISIEUXNo harm can come to me since, in whatever happens, I see only the tender hand of Jesus.
More Therese of Lisieux Quotes
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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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You cannot be half a saint; you must be a whole saint or no saint at all.
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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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Love consumes us only in the measure of our self-surrender.
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When one loves, one does not calculate.
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Nothing’s done well when it’s done out of self-interest.
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Let us go forward in peace, our eyes upon heaven, the only one goal of our labors.
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Above the clouds the sky is always blue.
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Let us not be justices of the peace, but angels of peace.
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My whole strength lies in prayer and sacrifice, these are my invincible arms; they can move hearts far better than words, I know it by experience.
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It is my weakness that gives me all my strength.
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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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Nobody is a good judge in his own cause!
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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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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.
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