Whose hands are God’s hands, but our hands?
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?
More Therese of Lisieux Quotes
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Perfection consists in doing His will, in being that which He wants us to be.
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When we yield to discouragement it is usually because we give too much thought to the past and to the future.
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Love needs to be proved by action.
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How happy I am to see myself as imperfect and to be in need of God’s mercy.
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My vocation, at last I have found it; my vocation is love.
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When I die, I will send down a shower of roses from the heavens,I will spend my heaven by doing good on earth.
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A word or a smile is often enough to put fresh life in a despondent soul.
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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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Life is only a dream: soon, we shall awaken. And what joy! The greater our sufferings, the more limitless our glory. Oh! do not let us waste the trial Jesus sends.
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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.
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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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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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Without love, deeds, even the most brilliant, count as nothing.
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Sufferings gladly borne for others convert more people than sermons.
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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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