How happy I am to see myself as imperfect and to be in need of God’s mercy.
Whose hands are God’s hands, but our hands?
Prayer for me is an updward leap of the heart.
The greatest honor God can do a soul is not give it much; but to ask much of it.
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.
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.
Love is the Cross, and the Cross is Love.
God has made me desire always what he most wants to give me.
Prayer and sacrifice can touch souls better than words.
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 felt it better to speak to God than about Him.
Since the age of three I have refused God nothing.
I’m suffering very much, but am I suffering very well? That’s the point!
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.
It is only love which makes us acceptable to God.
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.
My vocation, at last I have found it; my vocation is love.
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.
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.
No harm can come to me since, in whatever happens, I see only the tender hand of Jesus.