O Lord have mercy on me, to God I commend my soul.
I want to save my soul, that timid wind.
Eanna love us, Adaon preserve us, Morian guard our souls.
Prayer is a shield to the soul
I'm not in the world to guard my own life, but to guard souls
How can I keep my soul in me, so that it doesn't touch your soul? How can I raise it high enough, past you, to other things?
Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards, And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul.
Now that I know that I've needed you so, help me, Jesus. My soul's in your hand.
If I were personally to define religion, I would say that it is a bandage that man has invented to protect a soul made bloody by circustance.
When things were very bad his soul just crawled behind his heart and curled up and went to sleep
Well, you split your soul, you see, and hide part of it in an object outside the body. Then, even if one’s body is attacked or destroyed, one cannot die, for part of the soul remains earthbound and undamaged. But of course, existence in such a form . . .
Nothing gives us a greater idea of our soul, than that God has given us, at the moment of our birth, an angel to take care of it.
Have no fear of robbers or murderers. They are external dangers, petty dangers. We should fear ourselves. Prejudices are the real robbers; vices the real murderers. The great dangers are within us. Why worry about what threatens our heads or our purses? Let us think instead of what threatens our souls.
When someone entrusts their heart to you they are giving you a piece of their soul. You cannot treat the soul casually. You must protect, nurture and handle it with care.
She cannot chain my soul. Yes, she could hurt me. She'd already done so...I would bleed, or not. Scar, or not. Live, or not. But she could not hurt my soul, not unless I gave it to her.
I gave it my body and mind, but I have kept my soul.
Religions lead us to believe that the soul is the ultimate family jewel and that in return for our mindless obedience, they can secure it for us in their vaults, or at least insure it against fire and theft. They are mistaken.
Jesu, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me,O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.
A trader does not squander his body as fodder or his soul as alms.
Nothing can hurt you except sin; nothing can grieve me except sin; nothing can defeat you except sin. Therefore, be on your guard, my Mansoul.
Soldiers are issued armour for their flesh and bones, but they must fashion their own for their souls. Piece by piece.
If you lose your soul, there is a danger of its being destroyed. Therefore, you may not love it, since you do not want it to be destroyed. But in not wanting it to be destroyed, you love it.
Do not allow the enemy of your soul to rob you of that unique quality God has breathed into you.
So I conjured one of the brokers and promised him my soul if he’d protect her. (Zephyra) You can’t do that. Only a demon can. (Stryker) You’re such a brainiac, baby. And to think, I thought I married you for those amazing abs. Who knew all that brainpower was buried under those bulging biceps? (Zephyra)
Souls are dangerous things to carry straight through all the spilt saltpetre of this world.
