Among us on the earth there is His memory; but in the Kingdom of heaven His very Presence. That Presence is the joy of those who have already attained to beatitude; the memory is the comfort of us who are still wayfarers, journeying towards the Fatherland.
BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUXTherefore gird yourselves manfully and take up joyful arms for the name of God.
More Bernard of Clairvaux Quotes
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What does God hate or punish except self-will? Let self-will cease, and there will be no hell. On what does that fire feed except on self-will?
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Jesus, what made You so small? LOVE!
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Therefore gird yourselves manfully and take up joyful arms for the name of God.
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Persecution shows who is a hireling, and who a true pastor.
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The heart of Christ can be seen through the openings of his wounds. For what can prove to me so clearly as your wounds that you, O Lord Jesus, are sweet & mild & plenteous in mercy.
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We are to love God for Himself, because of a twofold reason; nothing is more reasonable, nothing more profitable.
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Humility is, of all graces, the chiefest when it does not know itself to be a grace at all.
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Let us not imagine that we obscure the glory of the Son by the great praise we lavish on the Mother; for the more she is honored, the greater is the glory of her Son. There can be no doubt that whatever we say in praise of the Mother gives equal praise to the Son.
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There is no greater misery than false joys.
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Jesus to me is honey in the mouth, music in the ear, a song in the heart.
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So far from being able to answer for my sins, I cannot even answer for my righteousness!
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I know by myself how incomprehensible God is, seeing I cannot comprehend the parts of my own being.
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Love me, love my dog.
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Ingratitude is the soul’s enemy… Ingratitude is a burning wind that dries up the source of love, the dew of mercy, the streams of grace.
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The true measure of loving God is to love him without measure.
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