“My vocation, at last I have found it; my vocation is love.”

It is love alone that counts.

What offends Him and what wounds His Heart is the lack of confidence…Your heart is made to love Jesus, to love Him passionately…We have only the short moments of our life to love Jesus!

I know now that true charity consists in bearing all our neighbors’defects–not being surprised at their weakness, but edified at their smallest virtues.

I am very far from practicing what I understand.

If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.

Sufferings gladly borne for others convert more people than sermons.

When we yield to discouragement it is usually because we give too much thought to the past and to the future.

Look at His adorable face. Look at His glazed and sunken eyes. Look at His wounds. Look Jesus in the Face. There, you will see how He loves us.

You cannot be half a saint; you must be a whole saint or no saint at all.

Trials help us detach ourselves from the earth; they make us look higher than this world.

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.

As the sun shines both on the cedar and the smallest flower, so the Divine sun illumines each soul.

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.

Look at Him while He is looking at you.

In trial or difficulty I have recourse to Mother Mary, whose glance alone is enough to dissipate every fear.

He does not call those who are worthy, but those whom He wills.

I love everything about hockey.

He was everything I never could, but always wanted to love.

You love so perfectly, as if you have never been told a heart can be broken.

She is beautiful contraction; a fragile heart with indestructible love.

I am inspired by many, but am in competition with only myself.

If you do what you love, you will never have to work a day in your life.

Sometimes she’s the gentle rain caressing you softly. Sometimes she’s the hurricane loving you madly.

You’ve got a million ways to make me laugh