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!
JOHN VIANNEYHow sweet it is to die if one has lived on the Cross!
More John Vianney Quotes
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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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Our Guardian Angels are our most faithful friends, because they are with us day and night, always and everywhere. We ought often to invoke them.
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Sin is the assassin of the soul.
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We ought to run after crosses as the miser runs after money. . . Nothing but crosses will reassure us at the Day of Judgment When that day shall come, we shall be happy in our misfortunes, proud of our humiliations, and rich in our sacrifices!
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There were two saints in the desert, who had sewed thorns into all their clothes; and we seek for nothing but comfort!
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The Lord is more anxious to forgive our sins than a woman is to carry her baby out of a burning building.
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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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God commands you to pray, but forbids you to worry.
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Only after the Last Judgment will Mary get any rest; from now until then, she is much too busy with her children.
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If you are attached to the things of this earth, you should give alms sufficient to enable you to punish your avarice by depriving yourself of all that is not absolutely necessary for life.
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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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The first thing about the angels that we ought to imitate, is their consciousness of the Presence of God.
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The pure soul is a beautiful rose, and the Three Divine Persons descend from Heaven to inhale its fragrance.
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When the heart is pure and simple it cannot help loving, because it has discovered the source of love which is God.
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Almighty God sends no trial without consolation.
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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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When we receive Holy Communion, we experience something extraordinary – a joy, a fragrance, a well-being that thrills the whole body and causes it to exalt.
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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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Upon receiving Holy Communion, the Adorable Blood of Jesus Christ really flows in our veins and His Flesh is really blended with ours.
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Have you been working on Sunday? Have you been buying or selling without necessity in the course of this holy day? Give to the poor some alms which will exceed the profit you have made.
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The virtue of obedience makes the will supple… It inspires the courage with which to fulfill the most difficult tasks.
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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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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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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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If people would do for God what they do for the world, what a great number of Christians would go to Heaven.
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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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