Monday, August 27, 2012

I've become famous for my fits of laughter. (I outdid Chopi Salas). We've done nothing but kid around. Prepare yourself. We are the last ones at table with Pepe. We've told so many jokes and laughed so much that sometimes I can't eat. And the most tragic part of it was that the priest who said grace after the meal had to stop his prayer halfway through. He was unable to continue because of the laughter and because we infected him with our laughter.
St. Teresa of Jesus of the Andes from her Letters

Sunday, August 19, 2012

I understand, even though you never told me, that you're suffering; that you are a soul torn to pieces. Still, I often wanted to touch that wound, but your reserved character kept it from me. What could I do but be silent and pray for you. If you had known how much I wept for you, you would have listened to everything my soul wanted to tell you...   May you never, dear Miguel, lose your faith. I'd rather die and offer myself in sacrifice than see your soul lose its way. Promise me that every day you'll recite an "Ave Maria" to the Most Holy Virgin that she may bring you salvation, and please keep this crucifix and wear it always...
St. Teresa of Jesus of the Andes from her Letters

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

One cannot desire freedom from the Cross when one is especially chosen for the Cross.
~St Teresa Benedicta of the Cross (Edith Stein)

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

The sick man finds in your maternal heart [ Heart of Mary ] the water of salvation that allows your enchanting smile to blossom forth, and makes him smile with love and happiness.
~St. Teresa of Jesus of the Andes from her Diary