Quote by Mother Theresa
Joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls. A joyful heart

Joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls. A joyful heart is the inevitable result of a heart burning with love – Mother Theresa

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Smile at each other, smile at your wife, smile at your husband, smile at your children, smile at each other — it doesnt matter who it is — and that will help you to grow up in greater love for each other. – Mother Theresa

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Sweetest Lord, make me appreciative of the dignity of my high vocation, and its many responsibilities. Never permit me to disgrace it by giving way to coldness, unkindness, or impatience. – Mother Theresa

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He who binds to himself a joy doth the winged life destroy. But he who kisses the joy as it flies lives in Eternitys sunrise. – William Blake

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One can endure sorrow alone, but it takes two to be glad. – Elbert Hubbard

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All human joys are swift of wing, For heaven doth so allot it; That when you get an easy thing, You find you havent got it. – Eugene Field

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With coarse rice to eat, with water to drink, and my bent arm for a pillow — I have still joy in the midst of all these things. – Confucius

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