He won me over entirely by giving Himself entirely to me.
BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUXThere is no greater misery than false joys.
More Bernard of Clairvaux Quotes
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Who loves me will love my dog also.
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Persecution shows who is a hireling, and who a true pastor.
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The more I contemplate God, the more God looks on me. The more I pray to him, the more he thinks of me too.
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If anyone makes himself his own master in the spiritual life, he makes himself scholar to a fool.
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Nothing can work me damage except myself. The harm that I sustain I carry about with me, and never am a real sufferer but by my own fault.
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We find rest in those we love, and we provide a resting place in ourselves for those who love us.
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Love seeks no cause beyond itself and no fruit; it is its own fruit, its own enjoyment. I love because I love; I love in order that I may love.
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Pride causes us to use our gifts as though they came from ourselves, not benefits received from God, and to usurp our benefactor’s glory.
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The three most important virtues are humility, humility, and humility.
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Prayer is a wine which makes glad the heart of man
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As patience leads to peace, and study to science, so are humiliations the path that leads to humility.
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Do what Jesus says… what he commands through his ministers who are in the Church [see 1 Cor 6:4]. Be subject to his vicars, your leaders, not only those who are gentle and kind, but even those who are overbearing [see 1 Pt 2:18].
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A pretext is never lacking to him who would break with a friend.
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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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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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