Quotes About Restless

Phoebe lay rigid, staring into the darkness. It was often like this; she would go to sleep and then after an hour or two would start awake from a nightmare not a single detail of which had stayed with her.

The discontented man finds no easy chair.

I just can't relax. That's my problem.

I can't relax. I don't have any hobbies.

I'm not very relaxed; I always need to be doing something.

Blakes Hotel in South Kensington was a particular favourite of mine during what I affectionately think of as my Restless Years.

I never wanted to he just a housewife. I was too restless.

stretched our legs, shook ourselves awake. The night

The Lady was medicine bad enough. The Dominator, though, was the body of which her evil was but a shadow. Or so the legend goes. I sometimes wonder why, if that is true, she walks the earth and he lies restless in the grave.

I'm a baby. I sleep like a baby - I'm up every two hours. And I think a lot. I worry a lot. I have great nights of no sleep where ideas come.

I never worry that I'll die in my sleep, because I'm never asleep!

I had a ton of energy, ran around like crazy - more than a handful for my dad. I was crazy. Dad barely handled it. I was never diagnosed ADHD or anything like that, but I'm pretty sure I had it when I was younger. It's the only thing that would explain me getting into trouble all the time.

Tons of musicians who I love are imprisoned by their identity. That can be totally fine because they are so amazing in their technique, but for me, I'm a little too restless for that.

I'm not afraid of hard work. I like it! It's the other bit - the not working - I find more problematic. If I'm not busy, I just get antsy. I've been this way since I was a child. Sitting still is like torture for me.

So it was with the world, restless, kind of brutal. Always going on.

She came and took away all his miseries, his sorrows !! Then SHe went and left him restlessly numb. He was her painkiller. SHe, his anesthetic.

How shall I ever sleep again knowing she is out there in the night? How shall I ever keep another thought in my head when she is all I care to think about?

I, the ordinary restless child, the plain adolescent, the commoner who had been a nun twice, would prove to be a Daughter of Heaven.

I wondered if there were other restless people asking the question with me: What if Jesus meant the stuff he said? .

The dead cannot sleep long when the moon is round The dead toss and turn deep in the muddy ground The dead never rest well in the living house The dead hear the secrets the owl tells the mouse

I dreamt about you last night. Fell out of bed twice

She had had that helpless feeling again, the one that had had her tossing and turning all night, sleepless spells intermingled with troubled dreams.

You have a great deal of energy . . . restless energy. You have always been in search of something . . . and have still not found it. Don't settle for anything less than that something even if you still do not know what it is.

He was a man who seemed careless of his appearance, very different from the gentlemen with whom she had consorted until a few months ago. She would not have afforded him a second glance if she had passed him on the street—or even a first glance for that matter. But during the few minutes she had been forced into his company, she had been aware of a sort of restless energy and raw masculinity about him, and she had been slightly shocked at herself for noticing. It was not like her at all.