We cannot pass our guardian angel's bounds, resigned or sullen, he will hear our sighs.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm trying to shut up and let my angels speak to me and tell me what I'm supposed to do.
We cannot let our guard down in the face of terror.
We can never flee the misery that is within us.
As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some of their sad friends do say, the breath goes now, and some say no.
O' What may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!
The two most precious things this side of the grave are our reputation and our life. But it is to be lamented that the most contemptible whisper may deprive us of the one, and the weakest weapon of the other.
The physical voice we use in prayer need not be great nor startling; even should we not lift up any great cry or shout, God will yet hear us.
In prayer, we stand where angels bow with veiled faces. There, even there, the cherubim and seraphim adore before that selfsame throne to which our prayers ascend. And shall we come there with stunted requests and narrow, contracted faith?
Let us be silent, that we may hear the whispers of the gods.
Our acts our angels are, for good or ill, our fatal shadows that walk by us still.