امروز می خواهم چند جمله ی به یاد ماندنی از مادر ترزا بنویسم . او که بقول دکتر نمازی " آبروی عشق در زمانه ماست . " او که می گفت : من مداد کوچکی هستم در دستان خداوندی نویسنده که با آن نامه عشق خود را به همه جهانیان فرستاده است .

I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world.

Being unwanted, unloved, uncared for, forgotten by everybody, I think that is a much greater hunger, a much greater poverty than the person who has nothing to eat.

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love. 

I try to give to the poor people for love what the rich could get for money. No, I wouldn't touch a leper for a thousand pounds; yet I willingly cure him for the love of God. 

If we want a love message to be heard, it has got to be sent out. To keep a lamp burning, we have to keep putting oil in it. 

If you judge people, you have no time to love them. 

It is easy to love the people far away. It is not always easy to love those close to us. It is easier to give a cup of rice to relieve hunger than to relieve the loneliness and pain of someone unloved in our own home. Bring love into your home for this is where our love for each other must start. 

Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty. 

Peace begins with a smile. 

So many signatures for such a small heart. 

Spread love everywhere you go. Let no one ever come to you without leaving happier. 

We can do no great things, only small things with great love.