O, my Jesus, I understand well that, just as illness is measured with a thermometer and a high fever tells us of the seriousness of the illness; so also, in the spiritual life, suffering is the thermometer which measures the love of God in a soul.
Mary Faustina KowalskaO King of glory, though you hide your beauty, yet the eye of my soul rends the veil. I see the angelic choirs giving you honor without cease.
Mary Faustina KowalskaSuffering is the greatest treasure on earth; it purifies the soul. In suffering, we learn who our true friend is.
Mary Faustina Kowalska