Quotes About Relaxation

He should be in bed, she decided. Hers, by preference.

Where does love go? When something you have taped on the wall falls off, what has happened to the stickum? It has relaxed. It has accumulated an assortment of hairs and fuzzies. It has said Fuck it and given up. It doesn't go anywhere special, it's just gone. Energy is created, and then it is destroyed. So much for the laws of physics. So much for chemistry. So much for not so much.

Only an island as lackadaisical as this would allow itself to be infested by such troupes of casual and impertinent goats.

No matter how miserable it may be, one's own home is a haven. To step through the door, drop into a familiar chair, and sleep in one's own bed is vastly comfortable. It is an escape from the world outside. It represents safety, security. Once inside the door, one can lay down the burdens of the world and relax. In a larger sense, our three-dimensional

Stanley had no trouble falling asleep

Kaira sat on the floor and ate her ice cream right out of the carton.

What shall you do all your vacation?', asked Amy. I shall lie abed and do nothing, replied Meg.

The moment Aunt March took her nap, or was busy with company, Jo hurried to this quiet place, and curling herself up in the easy chair, devoured poetry, romance, history, travels, and pictures like a regular bookworm.

It does seem pleasant to be quiet, and not have company manners on all the time. Home is a nice place, though it isn't splendid.

Jo hurried to this quiet place, and curling herself up in the easy chair, devoured poetry, romance, history, travels, and pictures like a regular bookworm.

Vaya si lo llevaré, es estupendo... ligero y amplio. Nos hará reír a todos y, con tal de estar cómoda, me tiene sin cuidado ir hecha un desastre.

I never thought I should like to wash dishes, but I do, said Rose, as she sat in a boat after supper lazily rinsing plates in the sea, and rocking luxuriously as she wiped them.

The first of June! The Kings are off to the seashore tomorrow, and I'm free. Three months' vacation—how I shall enjoy it! exclaimed Meg, coming home one warm day to find Jo laid upon the sofa in an unusual state of exhaustion, while Beth took off her dusty boots, and Amy made lemonade for the refreshment of the whole party.

Now, the old sofa was a regular patriarch of a sofa—long, broad, well-cushioned, and low, a trifle shabby, as well it might be, for the girls had slept and sprawled on it as babies, fished over the back, rode on the arms, and had menageries under it as children, and rested tired heads, dreamed dreams, and listened to tender talk on it as young women. They all loved it, for it was a family refuge, and one corner had always been Jo's favorite lounging place.

Some books are so familiar that reading them is like being home again

When he needed to calm his mind, he opened a book. Any book. He had never failed to feel refreshed, even if the book was no good.

I relax into a black unconsciousness. I dive in, submerse, and breathe oblivion, my favorite element.

stop exercise in every form.

Though he considered establishing a weekend house or summer hideaway, he had no exact plan.

I think it would do you good to get away from the office and get your mind off business for a while.

take off as much time as you like.

Golf was his greatest indulgence.

I'm glad I can still sometimes drug my senses with a book.

Cleaning bored her. She was happiest when sitting about and reading. She had read thousands of books, seeing no point in doing anything else unless you had to.