Quotes About Relaxation

Even the great anxiety of writing can be stilled for the eight minutes it takes to eat a pineapple popsicle.

Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.

When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occassional cheese dip.

Total physical and mental inertia are highly agreeable, much more so than we allow ourselves to imagine. A beach not only permits such inertia but enforces it, thus neatly eliminating all problems of guilt. It is now the only place in our overly active world that does.

He doesn't care if my trainers get wet because we're at the seaside and it doesn't matter at the seaside, nothing matters at the seaside.

It's one o'clock and we're having a pre-match pint. It's been a hard week at the warehouse and the lager gives me a kick-start.

liberosis n. the desire to care less about things—to loosen your grip on your life, to stop glancing behind you every few steps, afraid that someone will snatch it from you before you reach the end zone—rather to hold your life loosely and playfully, like a volleyball, keeping it in the air, with only quick fleeting interventions, bouncing freely in the hands of trusted friends, always in play.

Time you enjoy wasting was not wasted.

Time you enjoy wasting is not wasted.

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under the trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the blue sky, is by no means waste of time.

Dünya her vakit parçalan?p durur. O yüzden, rahatla.

God, he thought, what would I not give to be drinking a pint of beer in the mess in Aldershot now, or in the Lord Nelson bar in Dover, morning parades done with and nothing whatever to do or think about until inspection tomorrow.

Love is a hot shower where your skin never prunes.

Summer does something to the brain, " Beth said. "It's intoxicating. Everything shimmers

While Mallory fixes the appetizers, Jake goes for a swim

Don't think. Smell the flowers.

The cottage has a Peloton, an espresso machine, and a bottle of tequila on the kitchen table just for you.

Poetry was made for the bath, Mitzi believed. She was partial to Pablo Neruda.

The wine was finished; the night's conversation drifted into sitting and dozing, watching the night.

Twill soon be over, and then we can all get good and thoroughly drunk.

books are like confort food without the calories

Never plan a picnic' Father said. 'Plan a dinner, yes, or a house, or a budget, or an appointment with the dentist, but never, never plan a picnic.

He knocked his pipe out. His paper rustled to the floor and his spectacles slid own his nose. His hands, red and shiny, lay relaxed on his knee. He abandoned himself to the quietness and the warmth of sun and fire. Autumn was a strange paradoxical time of the year. It was the season when he was happiest and yet it was the season when he was most vulnerable and most aware, and that was not always a happiness. Yet he liked autumn.

Be at peace now and let the tide carry you into calm water. That is all you have to do for the moment. God bless you.