Quotes About Rest

I fall asleep in theaters, so I try to stay away from them.

You know, Saint Augustine said our hearts are restless 'til they rest in thee. And I had a restlessness in my heart. Something just wasn't quite right.

A wise traveler reaches his goal and rests," he continues. "The wanderer never reaches it, but with great lethargy of mind forever directs his hungry eyes before him.

I now see clearly that our intellect cannot be satisfied until that truth enlighten it beyond whose boundary no further truth extends. In that truth, like a wild beast in its den, it rests once it has made its way there—and it can do that, or else its every wish would be in vain. —Paradiso IV:124–129

There aren't enough days in the weekend.

We parked our bikes on verges so they could graze.

The Lord is self-existent and true, and therefore worthy of the confidence of men. He will live when all the creatures die, and His fullness will abide when all second causes are exhausted. To Him, therefore, let us direct our expectation, and on Him let us rest for our confidence.

There is justice in a detective story, and none in madness. And while there is danger in a detective story, it eventually is put to rest, which distinguishes a detective story from life, where the mysteries are illimitable. H

Never miss an opportunity to do nothing

Of all the things a man may do, sleep probably contributes most to keeping him sane. It puts brackets about each day. If you do something foolish or painful today, you get irritated if somebody mentions it, today. If it happened yesterday, though, you can nod or chuckle, as the case may be. You've crossed through nothingness or dream to another island in Time.

Sleep is perhaps the only among life's great pleasures which need not be of short duration.

Inside a tent her voice was shrill enough to sour yak butter. She was no longer gasping, which I missed because the pauses gave my ears a chance to rest. I

It is interesting that they sometimes say that if they were alone for long they wouldn't be able to work or play in order to get tired; and so they wouldn't be able to sleep.

Kavray??, bilinçli emekten ba??ms?zd?r, eme?in bilinçd???nda kalan k?sm? istirahat sonras?nda bilince ç?kan biçimi haz?rlam??t?r.

Je crois que c'est les injustes qui dorment le mieux, parce qu'ils s'en foutent, alors que les justes ne peuvent pas fermer l'oeil et se font du mauvais sang pour tout.

So they said I was crazy... Some say it's touched in the head, some say it's touched by a sacred spark. It can be hard to tell the difference. But if you really somebody or something, give them everything you have - everything you are, even. And don't worry about the rest.

There are hours for rest, and hours for wakefulness; nights for sobriety and nights for drunkenness—(if only so that possession of the former allows us to discern the latter when we have it; for sad as it is, no human body can be happily drunk all the time).

I'm happy because I won't have to train again, or travel or sit in team hotels.

I have developed a very strong partiality for the dead: they don't talk back, they don't sue, and they don't have angry relatives.

A day out-of-doors, someone I loved to talk with, a good book and some simple food and music -- that would be rest.

She loved your mother', Taliesin said gently. 'This is her farewell.' As he spoke, a chanted melody began inside the chamber, a song without words. Yet it spoke of the beauty in the heart of the flame, of the passing glory of the white bird on the wing, and the blossom of the sea spray under the shining prow. It sang of a mother with her baby, of the hard love between men and women, and the gentle rest that comes at last to all.

I was not prepared to think of the people I had lost, or to speak of them, although we did, carefully, without letting their names loose in the wind that would reach their ears. We feared that they would hear us and never rest, come back out of pity for the loneliness we felt.

When I creep into our bed, there is the joy and relief of a person entering a secret dimension. Here, I shall be useless. The world can go on without me. Here I shall be held by love. Still, quite often

Then his head tipped down on his chest and he fell into the instant sleep of the ancient and the very young.