Quotes About Devotion

you should become detached from your daily occupations, conscientiously devoting to them the time prescribed but with perfect freedom of heart.

When I am preparing for Holy Communion, I picture my soul as a piece of land and I beg the Blessed Virgin to remove from it any rubbish that would prevent it [80r°] from being free; then I ask her to set up a huge tent worthy of heaven, adorning it with her own jewelry; finally, I invite all the angels and saints to come and conduct a magnificent concert there. It seems to me that when Jesus descends into my heart He is content to find Himself so well received and I, too, [5]am content.

In the morning you used to come to me and [10]ask me if I had raised my heart to God, and then you dressed me. While dressing me you spoke about Him and afterward we knelt down and said our prayers together.

without love all works are nothing,

in the smallest things as well as the greatest, God gives the hundredfold in this life to those souls who leave everything for love of Him.212

feel that my mission is about to begin, my mission to make God loved as I love Him, to teach souls my little way.

Then, in the excess of my delirious joy, I cried out: O Jesus, my Love . . . my vocation, at last I have found it . . . MY VOCATION IS LOVE! Yes, I have found my place in the Church, and it is You. O my God, who have given me this place; in the heart of the Church, my Mother, I shall be Love. Thus I shall be everything, and thus my dream will be realized.

My mortifications consisted in breaking my will, always so ready to impose itself on others, in holding back a reply, in rendering little services without any recognition, in not leaning my back against a support when seated, etc., etc. It was through the practice of these nothings that I [15]prepared myself to become the fiancée of Jesus,

precisely because my heart is capable of suffering I want it to give Jesus everything [15] possible.

never would I be able to love my Sisters as You love them, unless You, O my Jesus, loved them in me.

Like Marie, we can erroneously believe that our desires and fervor are the measure of our love for God; this is an example of judging our spiritual life with an emotional yardstick. Thérèse tells us that the opposite is true, namely, that our love for God is proved when we act in a loving manner without the support of affect.

Perfection consists in [20]doing His will, in being what He wills us to be.

for a soul that is burning with love cannot remain inactive. No doubt, she will remain at [10]Jesus' feet as did Mary Magdalene, and she will listen to His sweet and burning words. Appearing to do nothing, she will give much more than Martha who torments herself with many things

On those days when you get up in the morning and you don't feel like praying or don't have the energy to love your neighbor, isn't it wonderful to know that these are the times that you can truly prove your for love God, because it is precisely at these times that your love arises from your will alone without the support of emotion.

Perfection consists in doing His will, in being what He wills us to be

The humanists also lived double lives, in their own way: they had their officia, their negotia, and could only dedicate the best of their otium to solitary study and savant sociability. It was the model of the devout brotherhood, rather than the guild of artisans, that gave meetings between savants their regularity, festive rites, and a climate of literary zeal that warmed and familiarized those remnants of antiquity that seemed spectral or affected.

Let's do what we love and do a lot of it.

Tu es mon voleur d'ombre, où que tu sois, je penserai toujours à toi.

Vous avez déjà désiré une autre femme que la vôtre ? - Peut-être, le temps d'un regard, ou plutôt celui de savoir à quel point j'aimais la mienne.

there was nothing more complete than time-tested love, a couple journeying together

and monasticism was an alluring, alternative lifestyle.

So long as they did it in praise of God, let them eat steak.

William Shakespeare: You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.

He kisses here with more passion that ceremony