Maxioms by Thérèse Of Lisieux
Dear Jesus! 'tis Thy Holy Face Is here the star that guides my way; Thy countenance, so full read more
Dear Jesus! 'tis Thy Holy Face Is here the star that guides my way; Thy countenance, so full of grace, Is heaven on earth, for me, to-day. And love finds holy charms for me In Thy sweet eyes with tear-drops wet; Through mine own tears I smile at Thee, And in Thy griefs my pains forget.
Without love, deeds, even the most brilliant, count as nothing.
Without love, deeds, even the most brilliant, count as nothing.
Feast of Augustine, first Archbishop of Canterbury, 605 Incarnate Word! Thou Word of God alone! To live of read more
Feast of Augustine, first Archbishop of Canterbury, 605 Incarnate Word! Thou Word of God alone! To live of love, 'tis to abide with Thee. Thou knowest I love Thee, Jesus Christ, my Own! Thy Spirit's fire of love enkindleth me. By loving Thee, I draw the Father here Down to my heart, to stay with me always. Blest Trinity! Thou art my prisoner dear, Of love, to-day.
To live of love, it is when Jesus sleeps To sleep near Him, though stormy waves beat nigh. read more
To live of love, it is when Jesus sleeps To sleep near Him, though stormy waves beat nigh. Deem not I shall awake Him! On these deeps Peace reigns, like that the Blessed know on high. To Hope, the vovage seems one little day; Faith's hand shall soon the veil between remove; 'Tis Charity that swells my sail alway. I live of love!
The splendor of the rose and the whitness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent read more
The splendor of the rose and the whitness 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 lovliness.
