Quotes About Relaxation

Making tea is a ritual that stops the world from falling in on you.

'Tis very warm weather when one's in bed.

You're not bothering me. I'm not doing anything." Well, I was breathing, and my heart was beating. But the rest of me wasn't busy.

What you need, my friend, is time," she said, then licked a bit of frosting off her finger. "Time and cake.

Beer, that cold amber drink so good for friendship,

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After dinner sit awhile, after supper walk a mile.

I do love the beginning of the summer hols,' said Julian. They always seem to stretch out ahead for ages and ages.' 'They go so nice and slowly at first,' said Anne, his little sister. 'Then they start to gallop.

It was such a lovely day too, and the sky and sea were so blue. They sat eating and drinking, gazing out to sea, watching the waves break into spray over the rocks beyond the old wreck.

Del mismo modo hay que saber descansar, dejar lo que uno está haciendo y poner la cabeza en otra cosa que relaje, distraiga, divierta.

Men stayed in bed for hours on end, or hung around in stairwells and courtyards. "Nothing is urgent anymore; they have forgotten how to hurry.

At home in L.A., Sunday is lazy. It's the wife and me lying in bed with coffee, watching 'The Soup' or something funny on TiVo. The kid will occasionally join us. Eventually, breakfast is at a place down the street called Paty's. And we always have some kind of great dinner - my wife makes a great roast beef.

Afterward, she'd do yoga on the front lawn in the mizzling rain, lying on her back and then lifting herself slowly into an arch, like a demolition shown in reverse. The pose had mysterious names: Downward Dog, Sun Salute. Once I found her lying on the grass in a random-looking sprawl, the palms of her hands turned up to the drizzle. "The Corpse," she explained later. "Feels wonderful.

My perfect day is constantly changing. Right now, it would be to lie around in a hammock reading with a portable phone and a table of food next to it. I would spend all day there. And that's all that I can possibly come up with on the spur of the moment.

Calm your waters

In pretty much every country in the world, something hot and brothy cooked in a pot and served in a bowl is viewed as uniquely nourishing. Soup places low demands on the eater. It treats you as a child, who may or may not know how to use a knife and fork. You do not have to chop, or even to chew. Soup is what our mothers gave us when we were ailing. It's what we return to after a hard day at work, when all we want to do is curl up in a foetal position on the sofa.

God has made sleep to be a sponge by which to rub out fatigue. A man's roots are planted in night as in a soil.

I'm such a girl for the living room. I really like to stay in my nest and not move. I travel in my mind, and that that's a rigorous state of journeying for me. My body isn't that interested in moving from place to place.

In the winter she curls up around a good book and dreams away the cold.

Relax? How can anybody relax and play golf? You have to grip the club, don't you?

sometimes vacation together.

ANNA AND I spent the holidays in Washington, taking time off when we could.

Yet I was feeling far from overworked.

the pre-lunch diary is unblemished by obligation