We are asleep with compasses in our hands.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I have an excellent internal compass.
It is far more important to me to preserve an unblemished conscience than to compass any object however great.
Conscience is our magnetic compass; reason our chart.
Conscience is a man's compass.
While we are sleeping, two-thirds of the world is plotting to do us in.
We sleep, but the loom of life never stops, and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up in the morning.
I generally follow my own compass and make films about what's scaring me.
When we fall asleep, we withdraw our awareness from its hypnotic fascination with physical sensation, thereby enabling us to listen with our now awakening sixth sense.
Your inner knowing is your only true compass.
A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that 's good, and all that 's fair; Give me but what this riband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
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