O my Lord, how poorly we profit from the blessing You grant us! You seek ways and means and You devise plans to show Your love for us; we, inexperienced in loving You, esteem this love so poorly that our minds, little excercised in love, go where they always go…
You are nearer to me than myself more intimate than my inmost being. And yet no one touches you or understands you and you break the bonds of every name: Holy Spirit – Eternal Love! – St. Teresa Benedicta (Edith Stein)
There are many Christians who are virtuous men, and who do great things, but their virtues and good works are utterly useless in the matter of eternal life, because they seek themselves in them, and not solely the honor and glory of God. -St. John of the Cross
Jesus,…wills to receive a gift from you. He knows it is much sweeter to give than to receive. We have only the short moment of this life to give to God…and He is already preparing to say: ‘Now my turn.’ What a joy to suffer for Him who loves us…
True union can very well be reached, with God’s help, if we make the effort to obtain it by keeping our wills fixed only on that which is God’s will. – St. Teresa of Avila
When, with a truly filial confidence, we cast our faults into the consuming furnace of love, they will for certain be entirely consumed. – St. Therese
The Savior hangs before you with a pierced heart. He has spilled His heart’s blood to win your heart…The arms of the Crucified are spread out to draw you to His heart, He wants your life in order to give you His. -St. Teresa Benedicta of the Cross, (Edith Stein)
Holiness does not consist in this or that practice; it consists in a disposition of the heart, which makes us always humble and little in the arms of God, well aware of our feebleness, but boldly confident in the Father’s goodness. – St. Therese
God takes care of the affairs of those who truly love Him without their having to be anxious about them. -St. John of the Cross
We seem to ourselves to be making progress, yet we become weary, for, believe me, we are walking through a mist; it will be fortunate if we do not lose ourselves. Do you think, my daughters, if we could travel from one country to another in eight days, that it…