The value of life does not depend upon the place we occupy. It depends upon the way we occupy that place.— Therese of Lisieux
The most reckoning Therese of Lisieux quotes that will activate your desire to change
Miss no single opportunity of making some small sacrifice, here by a smiling look, there by a kindly word; always doing the smallest right and doing it all for love.
Our Lord needs from us neither great deeds nor profound thoughts.
Neither intelligence nor talents. He cherishes simplicity.
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.
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.
Trying to do good to people without God's help is no easier than making the sun shine at midnight. You discover that you've got to abandon all your own preferences, your own bright ideas, and guide souls along the road our Lord has marked out for them. You mustn't coerce them into some path of your own choosing.
Above the clouds the sky is always blue.
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.
The loveliest materpiece of the heart of God is the love of a Mother.
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.
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.
A word or a smile is often enough to put fresh life in a despondent soul.
Each small task of everyday life is part of the total harmony of the universe.
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.
Love is a universe of its own, comprising all time and space.
As the sun shines both on the cedar and the smallest flower, so the Divine sun illumines each soul.
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.
Let us go forward in peace, our eyes upon heaven, the only one goal of our labors.
If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.
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.
For me, prayer means launching out of the heart towards God;
it means lifting up one's eyes, quite simply, to heaven, a cry of grateful love, from the crest of joy or the trough of despair; it's a vast, supernatural force which opens out my heart, and binds me close to Jesus.
We must do everything we are obliged to do;
give without reckoning, practice virtue whenever opportunity offers, constantly overcome ourselves, prove our love by all the little acts of tenderness and consideration we can muster. In a word, we must produce all the good works that lie within our strength - out of love for God.
Do you realize that Jesus is there in the tabernacle expressly for you- for you alone? He burns with the desire to come into your heart... don't listen to the demon, laugh at him, and go without fear to receive the Jesus of peace and love.
Without love, deeds, even the most brilliant, count as nothing.
How can the good God Who loves us so much, be happy when we suffer? Never does our suffering make Him happy; but it is necessary for us, and so He sends it to us while, as it were, turning away His Face. . . I assure you that it costs Him dearly to fill us with bitterness.
And it is the Lord, it is Jesus, Who is my judge.
Therefore I will try always to think leniently of others, that He may judge me leniently, or rather not at all, since He says: "Judge not, and ye shall not be judged.
I want to shine like a little candle before His altar.
Discouragement itself is a form of pride.
How happy I am to see myself as imperfect and to be in need of God's mercy.
I prefer the monotony of obscure sacrifice to all ecstasies.
To pick up a pin for love can convert a soul.
Jesus needs neither books nor Doctors of Divinity in order to instruct souls;
He, the Doctor of Doctors, He teaches without noise of words.
When we yield to discouragement it is usually because we give too much thought to the past and to the future.
You cannot be half a saint; you must be a whole saint or no saint at all.
He has created the poor savage with no guide but natural law, and it is to their hearts that He deigns to stoop. They are His wild flowers whose homeliness delights Him.
In trial or difficulty I have recourse to Mother Mary, whose glance alone is enough to dissipate every fear.
Receive Communion often, very often...there you have the sole remedy, if you want to be cured. Jesus has not put this attraction in your heart for nothing.
For one pain endured with joy, we shall love the good God more forever.
You heard me, only Friend whom I love.
To ravish my heart, you became man. You shed your blood, what a supreme mystery!... And you still live for me on the Altar. If I cannot see the brilliance of your Face Or hear your sweet voice, O my God, I can live by your grace, I can rest on your Sacred Heart!
Do not fear to tell Jesus that you love Him even without feeling it.
That is the way to force Jesus to help you, to carry you like a little child too feeble to walk.
What offends Him and what wounds His Heart is the lack of confidence.
..Your heart is made to love Jesus, to love Him passionately...We have only the short moments of our life to love Jesus!
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.
(Her last words) Oh! I love Him! My God, I love You!
Let us not be justices of the peace, but angels of peace.
O Jesus! on this day, you have fulfilled all my desires.
From now on, near the Eucharist, I shall be able To sacrifice myself in silence, to wait for Heaven in peace. Keeping myself open to the rays of the Divine Host, In this furnace of love, I shall be consumed, And like a seraphim, Lord, I shall love You.
The guest of our soul knows our misery;
He comes to find an empty tent within us - that is all He asks.
the storm thunders at my heart; I find it difficult to believe in the existence of anything except the clouds which limit my horizon.
It is not to remain in a golden ciborium that He comes down each day from Heaven, but to find another Heaven, the Heaven of our soul in which He takes delight.
Suffering is the very best gift He has to give us. He gives it only to His chosen friends.
The country in which I live is not my native country, that lies elsewhere, and it must always be the center of my longings.