Thérèse De Lisieux Quotes

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!

I felt it better to speak to God than about Him.

Suffering is the very best gift He has to give us. He gives it only to His chosen friends.

(Her last words) Oh! I love Him! My God, I love You!

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.

Love consumes us only in the measure of our self-surrender.

Let us not be justices of the peace, but angels of peace.

Love is nourished only by sacrifices, and the more a soul refuses natural satisfactions, the stronger and more disinterested becomes her tenderness.

It isn't enough to love; we must prove it.

Frequently, only silence can express my prayer.

It is love alone that counts.

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.

I am not afraid of a fight; I have to do my duty, come what may.

the storm thunders at my heart; I find it difficult to believe in the existence of anything except the clouds which limit my horizon.

Look at Him while He is looking at you.

I realized that to become a saint one must suffer a great deal, always seek what is best, and forget oneself.

I also understood that God's love shows itself just as well in the simplest soul which puts up no resistance to His grace as it does in the loftiest soul.

I would prefer a thousand times to receive reproofs than to give them to others.

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.

He does not call those who are worthy, but those whom He wills.

Whose hands are God's hands, but our hands?

True charity consists in putting up with all one's neighbors fault's; never being surprised by his weakness, and being inspired by the least of his virtues.

It's true, I suffer a great deal-but do I suffer well? That is the question.

The country in which I live is not my native country, that lies elsewhere, and it must always be the center of my longings.

the more one advances, the more one sees the goal is still far off. And now I am simply resigned to see myself always imperfect and in this I find my joy.

No harm can come to me since, in whatever happens, I see only the tender hand of Jesus.

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.

The world's thy ship and not thy home.

Nothing's done well when it's done out of self-interest.

The good God would not inspire unattainable desires.

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.

Heaven for me is hidden in a little Host Where Jesus, my Spouse, is veiled for love. I go to that Divine Furnace to draw out life, And there my Sweet Saviour listens to me night and day.

She is more Mother than Queen.

nobody is a good judge in his own cause!

Trust and trust alone should lead us to love

My soul experienced a peace so sweet, so deep, it would be impossible to express it.

Time is but a shadow, a dream; already God sees us in glory and takes joy in our eternal beatitude. How this thought helps my soul! I understand then why He lets us suffer.

In that first 'fusion' with Jesus (holy communion), it was my Heavenly Mother again who accompanied me to the altar for it was she herself who placed her Jesus into my soul.

Love needs to be proved by action.

For me, prayer is an upward leap of the heart, an untroubled glance towards heaven, a cry of gratitude and love which I utter from the depths of sorrow as well as from the heights of joy.

The greatest honor God can do a soul is not give it much; but to ask much of it.

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.

Go often to Holy Communion. Go very often! This is your one remedy.

In spite of this trial, which takes all enjoyment from me, I can never the less, cry out, 'Lord, you fill me with joy in all that you do. For is there a joy greater than to suffer for love?'

I will spend my heaven 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?

It is only love which makes us acceptable to God.

I'm suffering very much, but am I suffering very well? That's the point!

He [Jesus] has no need of our works but only of our love.

The science of loving, yes, that's the only kind of science I want I'd barter away everything I possess to win it.