Quotes About Leisure

Emily Post's Etiquette is out again, this time in a new and an enlarged edition, and so the question of what to do with my evenings has been all fixed up for me.

Sunlight played along the River Cam. People in punts happily shouted at each other to fuck off.

We were just about to do nothing at all for a while but it can wait.

Not a lot, he said, and suddenly flashed one of those grins of his which always made people think he's been overdoing things recently and should try and get some rest.

There is no detective in England equal to a spinster lady of uncertain age with plenty of time on her hands.

Long walks are off, and alas, bathing in the sea; fillet steaks and apples and raw blackberries (teeth difficulties) and reading fine print. But there is a great deal left. Operas and concerts, and reading, and the enormous pleasure of dropping into bed and going to sleep, and dreams of every variety. Almost best of all, sitting in the sun--gently drowsing and there you are again--remembering. I remember, I remember, the house where I was born....

It's not a man's working hours that are important – it's his leisure hours.

Women are like that nowadays, never happy unless they're dancing or gambling.

But seriously Poirot, what a hobby! Compare that to--" his voice sank to an appreciative purr--"an easy chair in front of a wood fire in a long low room lined with books--must be a long room--not a square one. Books all round one. A glass of port--and a book open in your hand. Time rolls back as you read.

We owe most of our great inventions and most of the achievements of genius to idleness.

People with nothing better to do and a bit weak in the top storey sit down and write 'em. They don't mean any harm! Just a kind of excitement.

The intelligent people on whose intelligence she could rely were all far too busy. Not only had they all got jobs of varying importance, their leisure hours were usually apportioned long beforehand. The unintelligent who had time on their hands were simply, Miss Marple decided, no good.

But you can figure to yourself, monsieur, that a man may work towards a certain object, may labour and toil to attain a certain kind of leisure and occupation, and then find that, after all, he yearns for the old busy days, and the old occupations that he thought himself so glad to leave?

We walked together slowly, for the sun was hot.

Katherine gave him the name of Lady Tamplin's villa. Poirot made her a little bow. "You permit that I see you again, mademoiselle?' he said. 'Or have you so many friends that your time will be all taken up?' 'On the contrary,' said Katherine, 'I shall have plenty of leisure, and I shall be very pleased to see you again.' 'Excellent,' said Poirot, and gave her a little friendly nod. 'This shall be a "roman policier" à nous. We will investigate together.

I can't say I've ever had time to read any of the stories. When I do get time for reading, which isn't very often, I prefer an improving book.

It is in his pleasure that a man really lives; it is from his leisure that he constructs the true fabric of self.

Have you ever noticed what golf spells backwards?

Whenever I get feel an urge to exercise, I lie down and take a nap.

brand-new hot tub.

The days weren't long enough for the reading she wanted to do.

One reads for pleasure...it is not a public duty.

Ricky clearly never hurried, he was his own lazy happening.

All I'm out for is a good time - all the rest is propaganda.