Quotes About Relaxation

I'm quite a restless holidaymaker - I can't lie down on the sand and don't like too much heat.

We should have been born in the Caribbean. We like the heat.

With our hectic lives, a dose of comedy is a must.

After a really hectic week, I hate going out on a Friday evening, so I'll always opt for a night at home.

I want to be able to live in a way that isn't too hectic. Calm. And I want those around me to be sublimely happy as well.

When I do wear heels, I prefer to only wear them to dinner, where I'll be sitting down most of the time.

I have to laugh to myself. I don't find it work to write music, because I enjoy it. I'd find an evening of bridge hard work because you have to think like hell, and at the end, you get nothing for it.

I don't do sports, and my idea of hell is being dragged around ruins/museums/famous buildings, so I guess I'm a beach bum.

Meditation helps me to calm down.

I take a hiatus every now and again, but I'm not good at that.

There are people who have really high expectations for what we're doing. I have to not think about that so that I can be free and play around every day and not feel like I have to get it right. You want to be loose.

I like golf, hiking, camping, boating and fishing.

I go hiking. I go camping.

I do sheet mask every day! They are so great when you are at home. My daughter thinks they are hilarious.

I could fall asleep at 10:30 watching 'Hill Street Blues.' I might wake up at 1 A.M. and have a riff in my head.

There were fewer finer things in life, in Newbury's humble opinion, than spending time perusing the shelves of a good bookshop.

a bookshop is one of the few places where you can hang about for a long time without spending any money.

It seems we only sleep well in our own bed.

I write in order to live and I live in order to write, and I've come close to imagining that writing and living might merge completely: I would live in the company of dictionaries, deep in some provincial retreat, in the mornings I would go for a walk in the woods, in the afternoons I would blacken a few sheets of paper, in the evenings I would relax perhaps by listening to a bit of music.

Sunday lay so heavily in the air as to become almost nauseating. Maigret used to claim openly, half seriously, half in fun, that he had always had the knack of sensing a Sunday from his bed, without even having to open his eyes.

It was a great gift of his, being able to sleep anywhere, at any time, and forget his worries from one second to the next.

I think myself I ought to be shot for writing such nonsense .... But it's unquestionably good escapist literature and I think I should rather like it if I were sitting in an air-raid shelter or recovering from flu. [As quoted in Jane Aiken Hodge, The Private World of Georgette Heyer (p. xii).]

Sit down, and I'll give you a drink. What would you like?' 'I'll have a Side-car, please.

Come out for a picnic and remind your face how to smile!