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“As one sees a river pass into the ocean, lose itself in it, its water for a time distinguished from that of the sea, till it gradually becomes transformed into the same sea, and possesses all its qualities; so was my soul lost in God, who communicated to it His qualities, having drawn it out of all that it had of its own. Its life is an inconceivable innocence, not known or comprehended of those who are still shut up in themselves or only live for themselves.”

Quote by Jeanne Marie Bouvier de la Motte Guyon

Work

The Exemplary Life of the Pious Lady Guion

This book offers a comprehensive look into the life of Guion, a woman known for her piety and moral integrity. It explores her personal journey, her contributions to society, and the impact she had on those around her. more

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Jeanne Marie Bouvier de la Motte Guyon
Jeanne Marie Bouvier de la Motte Guyon

Limited information is available about Jeanne Marie Bouvier de la Motte Guyon, who was a mystic and writer living in the 17th century. Her life and works were not widely recognized during her time, but have been re-evaluated by some scholars later on. more

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