Quotes About Relaxation

Friendship and holidays. A swimming pool. Champagne and sunshine and laughter. It seemed like a dream life.

when she was in the bath (not too hot—so many rules).

She had taken her time getting ready for tonight: a long steamy bath with a glass of wine and a Violent Femmes CD.

The violent chords and strident voices were so startlingly different from the chiming, bubbling relaxation tapes she played all day that it was like having a bucket of cold water thrown over her head. The Violent Femmes reminded her of the eighties, and being a teenager, and feeling supercharged with hormones and hope.

And she loved a good cry! Afterwards she always felt serene and slightly sleepy.

chatting about character development over Chardonnay.

Oh, that did me good! Laughter is wonderful for the digestion.

Some days she slouched for endless hours on the sofa, yawning hugely, like someone suffering from terrible jet lag.

She loved the sound of wind chimes and the smells of essential oils. These were her people; this was her thing. ("Hippies with money," Julia would say.)

Polo sheets is what I lands on.

Life is beach, Im just playing in the sand.

Im restin in the lead. I need a pillow and a cover.

I was feeling safe. Not the kind of safe where you know there are still bad things howling outside the door waiting to get in. No, it was the kind of safe where you sink down in your bed at the end of the day and know you can go to sleep and everything is going to be the same tomorrow.

God, was I going to have another day of painful thoughts jumping me every time I relaxed? The obvious solution—to just not relax—was kind of sucking.

It's always a choice between fireworks and coffee in bed,' Fabiana says. 'It always is.

For fast-acting relief, try slowing down.

For fast-acting relief from stress, try slowing down.

We need to shut down this Gitmo prison? Well, don't shut it down -- we just need to start an advertising campaign. We need to call it, "Gitmo, the Muslim resort." Any resort that treated people like this would have ads all over the New York Times trying to get people to come down and visit for some R&R, for some rest and relaxation.

I see no reason why we should fill our every waking hour with brooding over the evils of the day. At least you will admit it is fun to lean back in a comfortable chair on a cold rainy evening, [...] and escape into the pages of an extravagant romance, if only for an hour or two.

when after a perfect dinner I lounge in an armchair, when there is no one I hate to look at in the company and conversation rambles off at a light pace to an unknown destination, and I am spiritually and physically at peace with the world;

There is no proper time and place for reading. When the mood for reading comes, one can read anywhere

when they could talk and unwind together, was the best part of her day.

although the stress response was involuntary, the relaxation response required practice.[6]

Bed is like the womb, only drier and with better TV reception.