"I have reached the point of not being able to suffer any more, because all suffering is sweet to me."

This is Thérèse de Lisieux, "the little flower", moments after her death from tuberculosis in 1897. She's another one of those genuinely nice people that I'm always babbling about. She became a Carmelite nun when she was fifteen, and was very sickly throughout most of her life. Because of this, she spent most of her time alone in her room, writing to pass the time. She is known for her poetry and writings about "the Little Way", about how people don't neccesarily have to do great things to express their love for God.

"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."

Many wouldn't exactly consider her writing to be brilliant, but as a recovering Catholic I find it very endearing. It's sincere, and I'm a sucker for sincerity.