Quotes About Rest

Leave me alone, let me have at least one night when I don't cry myself to sleep with eyes burning and my head pounding. Let me get away, away from everything, away from this world!

Today let's talk about the lunch break. It's twelve-thirty. The whole gang breathes

Sleep makes the silence and the terrible fear go by more quickly, helps pass the time, since it's impossible to kill it.

Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes, including you.

Peace is joy at rest. Joy is peace on its feet.

Rest and laughter are the most spiritual and subversive acts of all. Laugh, rest, slow down.

One thing I know for sure about raising children is that every single day a kid needs discipline.... But also every single day a kid needs a break.

The hard silence between frustrated people always feels cluttered. But holy silence is spacious and inviting. You can drink it down. We offer it to ourselves when we work, rest, meditate, bike, read. When we hike by ourselves, we hear a silence still pristine with crunching leaves and birdsong. Silence can be a system of peace, which is mercy, easily offered to a friend needing quiet, harder when the person is one's own annoying self.

She slept deeply, but as usual, she did not dream. It had been months; none of them was dreaming anymore. [p. 227]

if you've worked in good faith for a couple of hours but cannot hear it today, have some lunch.

W]hen you're dreaming, you're not the one calling the shots. So it's a reprieve.

I rest in silence and music and long strides, while Sam rests in noise and motion.

Learning to read gave us a true oasis, salvation, in the same way that coming to know Jesus or the Buddha might eventually get some of us out of the fray, but it also isolated us. Reading helped us get blissfully lost in resonant worlds where we could rest or gape or laugh with recognition, but then we looked up again, at the dinner table, or the blacktop, or church, and we couldn't close the covers of those spooky books.

Ease after war, death after life does greatly please'?

Eternally, woman spills herself away in driblets to the thirsty, seldom being allowed the time, the quiet, the peace, to let the pitcher fill up to the brim.

Sleep is your friend. Dreams are your unwelcome guests.

Would that death were like this. Would that one would sleep and sleep and sleep forever.

The edge of sleep can be such a precious time.

My mind said, Sleep. But more profoundly, my mind said, Dream.

Nos descubrimos en nuestras pasiones y nuestros fracasos, pero también en nuestro reposo y en nuestros sueños.

I lay down to sleep in the shrine and knew only dark and troubled dreams.

Let perpetual light shine upon them, O Lord, and may their souls and the souls of all the faithful departed rest in peace.

Sitting still all summer . . . was the height of my ambition.

when I get up in the morning I think, boy, only fourteen more hours and I can be back to sleep again. I