O my Beloved, how shall I show my love, since love proves itself by deeds? I have no other means of proving my love than to strew flowers, and these flowers will be each word and look, each little daily sacrifice. I wish to make profit out of the smallest actions and to do them all for Love. For Love’s sake I wish to suffer and to rejoice: so shall I strew my flowers… Should my roses be gathered from amid thorns, I will nevertheless sing; and the longer and sharper the thorns, the sweeter will grow my song.
Saint Thérèse of the Child Jesus and the Holy Face
All kinds of sorrow, insults, and persecutions, even to death on the Cross: this is what You gave the One whom You loved above all others. As long as we are in this world, these are Your gifts. You proportion them according to Your love for us. You give more to those You love more, less to those You love less. You also give according to the courage You find in each of us and according to our love for You, for if we love You much, we shall be able to suffer much for You, but if we love You only a little, we will suffer little.
Saint Teresa of Jesus
From what you tell me of your soul, I, with the little or no light that God gives me, tell you that the abandonment and desolation, and the rest you mention [in your letter to me], are precisely preparing you for greater graces that will help you in the ministry for which his Divine Majesty has destined you either now or at some other time. Of this I have no doubt.
Saint Paul of the Cross
Our goal is God, the source of all good… He wishes to listen to your prayer, and so he ordained that you experience poverty, distress, abandonment, weariness, and universal scorn… [O]ur blessed Lord is telling you that he desires to include you among his beloved sons, provided that you remain steadfast in his ways, for this is the way he treats his friends and makes them holy.
Saint Jerome Emiliani