One day I met a lady who was dying of cancer in a most terrible condition. And I told her, I say, “You know, this terrible pain is only the kiss of Jesus — a sign that you have come so close to Jesus on the cross that he can kiss you.” And she joined her hands together and said, “Mother Teresa, please tell Jesus to stop kissing me.”
My smile is a great cloak that hides a multitude of pains. [People] think that my faith, my hope and my love are overflowing, and that my intimacy with God and union with His will fill my heart. If only they knew.
I feel that God does not want me, that God is not God, and that God does not exist.
I am told God loves me—and yet the reality of darkness and coldness and emptiness is so great that nothing touches my soul.
Heaven means nothing.
— Mother Teresa’s dairy