Quotes About Therese

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.

Thérèse had not reached the age of thirty-five without learning that life presents many insurmountable obstacles which must be accepted, whether with the callousness of philosophy, the revolt of weakness or the dignity of self-respect.

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.

On her [Thérèse's] part she seemed to revel in daring and shamelessness. Not a single moment of hesitation or fear possessed her. She threw herself into adultery with a kind of furious honesty, flouting danger, and as it were, taking pride in doing so.

There had been that young Catholic girl in the bed next to me at the hospital who gave me a medal of St. Thérèse of Lisieux. "I don't believe in these things," I told her, and it was another example of people saying what they do not mean. "If you love someone you like to have something around which reminds you of them," she told me.

So they bring our poor Andreas into the vestry, and unfortunately he's no longer capable of speech, all he can do is reach for the left inside pocket of his jacket where he has the money he owes the little creditress, and he says: 'Miss Thérèse!' - and he sighs once, and he dies. May God grant us all, all of us drinkers, such a good and easy death!

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.

She never missed before," says a knitting-woman of the sisterhood. "No; nor will she miss now," cries The Vengeance, petulantly. "Therese." "Louder," the woman recommends.

My Salome is a mystic the sister of Salammbô a Saint Thérèse who worships the moon.

The wine in her head promised music or poetry or truth, but she was stranded on the brink. Therese could not think of a single question that would be proper to ask, because all her questions were so enormous

Grace is not in nature so much as nature is in grace. Saint Thérèse said, on her deathbed, "Everything is grace.

I'm walking on air and I'm so excited. I just came home. I have a box of chocolates next to me — I'm eating them, but I only bite into those with the creamy filling to find out if they have nuts in them — if not, I don't like them — so I press them back together, so they will look like new — and tomorrow I'll give them to my mother and Therese.

In the same month that she began Story of a Soul, Thérèse wrote to her sister Léonie, "this thought of the brevity of life gives me courage, it helps me bear the weariness of the road...the hour of rest is approaching

Therese lifted her shoulders, losing that zen poise as nasty reality intruded on her nice, clean, middle-class understanding.