The country in which I live is not my native country, that lies elsewhere, and it must always be the center of my longings.
THERESE OF LISIEUXThe country in which I live is not my native country, that lies elsewhere, and it must always be the center of my longings.
THERESE OF LISIEUXMy 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.
THERESE OF LISIEUXIt is love alone that counts.
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 LISIEUXWhat a joy to remember that she is our Mother! Since she loves us and knows our weakness, what have we to fear?
THERESE OF LISIEUXI felt it better to speak to God than about Him.
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 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 LISIEUXOur Lord needs from us neither great deeds nor profound thoughts. Neither intelligence nor talents. He cherishes simplicity.
THERESE OF LISIEUX(Her last words) Oh! I love Him! My God, I love You!
THERESE OF LISIEUXMiss 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.
THERESE OF LISIEUXJesus needs neither books nor Doctors of Divinity in order to instruct souls; He, the Doctor of Doctors, He teaches without noise of words.
THERESE OF LISIEUXLet us love, since our heart is made for nothing else.
THERESE OF LISIEUXI know now that true charity consists in bearing all our neighbors’defects–not being surprised at their weakness, but edified at their smallest virtues.
THERESE OF LISIEUXIf every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.
THERESE OF LISIEUXLet us not be justices of the peace, but angels of peace.
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