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.
THERESE OF LISIEUXThe world’s thy ship and not thy home.
More Therese of Lisieux Quotes
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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.
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Perfection consists in doing His will, in being that which He wants us to be.
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(Her last words) Oh! I love Him! My God, I love You!
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What a joy to remember that she is our Mother! Since she loves us and knows our weakness, what have we to fear?
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Prayer and sacrifice can touch souls better than words.
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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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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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Holiness consists simply in doing God’s will, and being just what God wants us to be.
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If I did not simply live from one moment to another, it would be impossible for me to be patient, but I only look at the present, I forget the past, and I take good care not to forestall the future.
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When one loves, one does not calculate.
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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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You know well that Our Lord does not look so much at the greatness of our actions, nor even at their difficulty, as at the love with which we do them.
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True charity consists in putting up with all one’s neighbors fault’s; never being surprised by his weakness, and being inspired by the least of his virtues.
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Whose hands are God’s hands, but our hands?
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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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