For there are many great deeds done in the small struggles of life.

In the morning fix thy good purpose; and at night examine thyself what thou hast done, how thou hast behaved thyself in word, deed, and thought

I am simply content to find myself always imperfect, and in this I find my joy. Good deeds count as nothing, if done without love

Love proves itself by deeds, so how am I to show my love? Great deeds are forbidden me. The only way I can prove my love is by scattering flowers and these flowers are every little sacrifice, every glance and word, and the doing of the least actions for love.

Without love, deeds, even the most brilliant, count as nothing

I have a perfect horror of words that are not backed up by deeds.

Every act, every deed of justice and mercy and benevolence, makes heavenly music in Heaven.

Our Lord unlocked my mind, sent me upon the sea, and gave me fire for the deed

Those who aim at great deeds must also suffer greatly.

Words that do not match deeds are not important.

Deed done is well begun.

A fair request should be followed by the deed in silence.

Love is the source of every virtue in you and of every deed which deserves punishment.

God never asked us to meet life’s pressures and demands on our own terms or by relying upon our own strength. Nor did He demands that we win His favor by assembling an impressive portfolio of good deeds. Instead, He invites us to enter His rest.

Consequences are unpitying. Our deeds carry their terrible consequences, quite apart from any fluctuations that went before — consequences that are hardly ever confined to ourselves.

Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.