Quotes About Relaxation

This is a honeydew day. That is when you get a day off and the wife says, "Honey, do this," and "Honey, do that" around the house.

In his Treatise on Painting, da Vinci wrote, "It is a very good plan every now and then to go away and have a little relaxation. . . . When you come back to the work your judgment will be surer, since to remain constantly at work will cause you to lose the power of judgment.

Things look different from the seat of a bike carrying a sleeping bag with a cold beer tucked inside.

And that I found cleaning very peaceful and relaxing. Mrs. Bock's lips twitched ever so slightly when I said that. Almost as if she wanted to give up a smile. "Well, Sarah Jane," she said, gesturing toward the mounds of laundry against a wall. "If it is peace and relaxation you want, we have piles of it here.

Golf without mistakes is like watching haircuts. A dinner without wine.

Kent's knock came at 4:30 on a Thursday while Derek was having a cup of coffee, smoking a joint, and eating a piece of sponge cake.

We have time, there's no big rush.

Fun is about as good a habit as there is.

Shells sink, dreams float. Life's good on our boat.

Fishing, with me, has always been an excuse to drink in the daytime.

Everyone who has run knows that its most important value is in removing tension and allowing a release from whatever other cares the day may bring.

Around the corner from home, they stopped to buy a bottle of red wine. Arriving at her apartment door, he could hardly contain his excitement when she turned to him and smiled. "Ready to relax at my place for a while?" "I'd love nothing better than to spend more time with you." And among all the lies he'd told tonight, that was the one big truth he hoped she would remember when the shit hit the fan.

I breath in and out through my mouth to feel the quiet. In. Out. Over and over. Until I fall asleep.

Vai assim, vem outro café, se pita um bom cigarro.

A gente devia poder parar de estar tão acordado, quando precisasse, e adormecer seguro, salvo.

Shift to belly breathing as often as you can, repeating "Letting go of small mind" on the inbreath and "I am one with Big Mind" on the outbreath.

A joke a day may not keep the doctor away, but there is good scientific evidence that laughter actually brings forth the relaxation response.

There should always be a precious time together at the end of the working day. Turn off the phone, ignore the door, pour a glass of wine or fruit juice. Shed the world and learn about each other in your own romantic oasis.

So I've held on to Catholicism or Zen, as practices, as fantasy futures, as possible identities. But when I actually dare to lower myself down into this emptiness—no, that sounds entirely too dualistic and willful and "courageous"—but when this seeing suddenly happens and thought relaxes, Zen drops completely away, and something much deeper is contacted, some entirely other way of being.

I fantasize about having a manual job where I can come home at night, read a book and not feel responsible for what will happen the next day.

There is a monotony to time in the air. Consistent air quality and temperature, limited collection of sounds, circumscribed range of motion for the passengers. Some people thrive within these restrictions and relax in the sky in a way they rarely do at home. They have powered down their phones and packed their computers in their luggage; they delight in being unreachable, and read novels, or giggle at sitcoms on the in-seat monitor.

Arts and crafts turn out to be surprisingly enjoyable; there's something calming about sitting next to Shay in front of an assortment of glue sticks, pipe cleaners, markers, and googly eyes, with the freedom to create something ugly.

Waters? A little sunshine never did anyone any harm.

Later that night, Sylvie sat in bed with a book open in her lap. She was too sleepy to read, but the proximity of the book was comforting. Telling