When one loves, one does not calculate.
Perfect love means putting up with other peoples shortcomings, feeling no surprise at their weaknesses, finding encouragement even in the slightest evidence of good qualities in them.
Prayer is an aspiration of the heart, it is a simple glance directed to heaven, it is a cry of gratitude and love in the midst of trail as well as joy; finally, it is something great, supernatural, which expands my soul and unites me to Jesus.
The loveliest materpiece of the heart of God is the love of a Mother.
In trial or difficulty I have recourse to Mother Mary, whose glance alone is enough to dissipate every fear.
Love is a universe of its own, comprising all time and space.
I prefer the monotony of obscure sacrifice to all ecstasies. To pick up a pin for love can convert a soul.
Jesus does not demand great actions from us, but simply surrender and gratitude.
It’s true, I suffer a great deal-but do I suffer well? That is the question.
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.
Love is nourished only by sacrifices, and the more a soul refuses natural satisfactions, the stronger and more disinterested becomes her tenderness.
My soul experienced a peace so sweet, so deep, it would be impossible to express it.
I am not afraid of a fight; I have to do my duty, come what may.
Why should we defend ourselves when we are misunderstood and misjudged? Let us leave that aside. Let us not say anything. It is so sweet to let others judge us in any way they like. O blessed silence, which gives so much peace to the soul!
Suffering is the very best gift He has to give us. He gives it only to His chosen friends.
Holiness is a disposition of the heart that makes us humble and little in the arms of God, aware of our weakness, and confident – in the most audacious way – in His Fatherly goodness.
You cannot be half a saint; you must be a whole saint or no saint at all.
Trials help us detach ourselves from the earth; they make us look higher than this world.
Love consumes us only in the measure of our self-surrender.
Let us go forward in peace, our eyes upon heaven, the only one goal of our labors.