See, my children, a person who is in a state of sin is always sad. Whatever he does, he is weary and disgusted with every thing; while he who is at peace with God is always happy, always joyous. . . Oh, beautiful life! Oh, beautiful death!
JOHN VIANNEYIf you find it impossible to pray, hide behind your good Angel and charge him to pray in your stead.
More John Vianney Quotes
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It is always springtime in the heart that loves God.
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Do not try to please everybody. Try to please God, the angels, and the saints – they are your public.
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If only we could see the joy of our guardian angel when he sees us fighting our temptations!
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Understand this clearly: if you know how to give, you must know how to pay back. . .
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When our hands have touched spices, they give fragrance to all they handle. Let us make our prayers pass through the hands of the Blessed Virgin. She will make them fragrant.
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The saints had no hatred, no bitterness; they forgive everything and think they deserve much more for their offenses against God.
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Christian wife! Follow in the footsteps of the ideal of all womanhood, the Blessed Mother of God; in joy and in sorrow, she will be your advocate at the throne of her Son.
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If you invoke the Blessed Virgin when you are tempted, she will come at once to your help, and Satan will leave you.
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Our body is a vessel of corruption; it is meant for death and for the worms, nothing more! And yet we devote ourselves to satisfying it, rather than to enriching our soul, which is so great that we can conceive nothing greater – no, nothing, nothing!
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We ought to ask the Blessed Virgin, the angels, and the saints to pray for us that we may receive the good God as worthily as it is possible for us to receive him.
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Prayer is the inner bath of love into which the soul plunges itself.
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Oh, how I like those little mortifications that are seen by nobody, such as rising a quarter of an hour sooner, rising for a little while in the night to pray!
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I thought a time would come when people would rout me out of Ars with sticks, when the Bishop would suspend me, and I should end my days in prison. I see, however, that I am not worthy of such a grace.
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Sin is the assassin of the soul.
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Shall we all be saved? Shall we go to Heaven? Alas, my children, we do not know at all! But I tremble when I see so many souls lost these days. See, they fall into Hell as leaves fall from the trees at the approach of winter.
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