Love is the Cross, and the Cross is Love.
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.
More Therese of Lisieux Quotes
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Love needs to be proved by action.
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The greatest honor God can do a soul is not give it much; but to ask much of it.
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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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It is my weakness that gives me all my strength.
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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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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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Our Lord needs from us neither great deeds nor profound thoughts. Neither intelligence nor talents. He cherishes simplicity.
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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.
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Silence does good to the soul.
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No harm can come to me since, in whatever happens, I see only the tender hand of Jesus.
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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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For one pain endured with joy, we shall love the good God more forever.
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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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Without love, deeds, even the most brilliant, count as nothing.
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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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