Jesus needs neither books nor Doctors of Divinity in order to instruct souls; He, the Doctor of Doctors, He teaches without noise of words.
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.
Jesus does not so much look at the greatness of our actions, nor even at their difficulty, but at the love with which we do them.
It is love alone that counts.
The country in which I live is not my native country, that lies elsewhere, and it must always be the center of my longings.
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.