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If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.
I want to give myself totally to Him...I want to live no longer but for Him.
It's true, I suffer a great deal-but do I suffer well? That is the question.
Perfection consists in doing His will, in being that which He wants us to be.
(On entering Carmel) I came to save souls and especially to pray for priests.
Each small task of everyday life is part of the total harmony of the universe.
The greatest honor God can do a soul is not give it much; but to ask much of it.
I would prefer a thousand times to receive reproofs than to give them to others.
Remember that nothing is small in the eyes of God. Do all that you do with love.
Jesus does not demand great actions from us, but simply surrender and gratitude.
Let us go forward in peace, our eyes upon heaven, the only one goal of our labors.
I understood that the Church had a Heart, and that this Heart was burning with love.
My soul experienced a peace so sweet, so deep, it would be impossible to express it.
Holiness consists simply in doing God's will, and being just what God wants us to be.
No harm can come to me since, in whatever happens, I see only the tender hand of Jesus.
Trials help us detach ourselves from the earth; they make us look higher than this world.
Suffering is the very best gift He has to give us. He gives it only to His chosen friends.
In Heaven the good God will do all I wish, because I have never done my own will upon earth.
Jesus, help me to simplify my life by learning what you want me to be and becoming that person.
As the sun shines both on the cedar and the smallest flower, so the Divine sun illumines each soul.
The guest of our soul knows our misery; He comes to find an empty tent within us - that is all He asks.
The value of life does not depend upon the place we occupy. It depends upon the way we occupy that place.
I prefer the monotony of obscure sacrifice to all ecstasies. To pick up a pin for love can convert a soul.
In trial or difficulty I have recourse to Mother Mary, whose glance alone is enough to dissipate every fear.
I realized that to become a saint one must suffer a great deal, always seek what is best, and forget oneself.
When we yield to discouragement it is usually because we give too much thought to the past and to the future.
When I die, I will send down a shower of roses from the heavens,I will spend my heaven by doing good on earth.
What a joy to remember that she is our Mother! Since she loves us and knows our weakness, what have we to fear?
The great majority of men use their own short-sighted ideas as a yardstick for measuring the divine omnipotence.
For me to love you, Jesus, as you love me, I would have to borrow your own love and then only would I be at rest.
The science of loving, yes, that's the only kind of science I want I'd barter away everything I possess to win it.
God would never inspire me with desires which cannot be realized; so in spite of my littleness, I can hope to be a saint.
The country in which I live is not my native country, that lies elsewhere, and it must always be the center of my longings.
Our Lord needs from us neither great deeds nor profound thoughts. Neither intelligence nor talents. He cherishes simplicity.
Let us rise above the things that pass away. Up above, the air is so pure. Jesus can hide Himself but we will find Him there.
I am simply content to find myself always imperfect, and in this I find my joy. Good deeds count as nothing, if done without love.
the storm thunders at my heart; I find it difficult to believe in the existence of anything except the clouds which limit my horizon.
If you are willing to bear serenely the trial of being displeasing to yourself, then you will be for Jesus a pleasant place of shelter.
God would turn the world around to find suffering in order to give it to a soul upon whom He has set His Divine gaze with ineffable love.
Jesus needs neither books nor Doctors of Divinity in order to instruct souls; He, the Doctor of Doctors, He teaches without noise of words.
The morrow of this day will be eternity; then Jesus will return you a hundred fold the lovely, rightful joys that you are sacrificing for him.
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.
If all flowers wanted to be roses, nature would lose her springtime beauty and the fields would no longer be decked out with little wildflowers.
My 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.
A heart given to God loses none of its natural tenderness; on the contrary, the more pure and divine it becomes, the more such tenderness increases.
Love is nourished only by sacrifices, and the more a soul refuses natural satisfactions, the stronger and more disinterested becomes her tenderness.
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.
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.
When we are expecting only suffering, the least joy surprises us: Suffering itself becomes the greatest of joys when we seek it as a precious treasure.
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.