Maxioms by Thérèse Of Lisieux
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.
Without love, deeds, even the most brilliant, count as nothing.
Without love, deeds, even the most brilliant, count as nothing.
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!
