Quotes About Rest

Uyan?k geçen geceler I I??kl? bir dinleniÅŸ bu, ne hararet ne bitkinlik, yata??n üzerinde veya çay?rlar?n üstünde. Dost bu, ne ateÅŸli ne zay?f. Dost. Sevgili bu, ne ac? veren ne ac? çeken. Sevgili. Hiç aranmam?? hava ve dünya. Hayat. -Demek bu muydu? -Ve rüya ÅŸiddetleniyor

But so long as we are occupied with any other object than God Himself, there will be neither rest for the heart nor peace for the mind. But when we receive all that enters our lives as from His hand, then, no matter what may be our circumstances or surroundings—whether in a hovel, a prison-dungeon, or a martyr's stake—we shall be enabled to say, "The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places" (Ps. 16:6).

O unsaved reader, if a work of grace has already begun in your heart so that you realize your wretchedness and long for that peace and rest which this poor world is unable to give, fix it firmly in your mind that One only can give you what you seek.

Le cimetière se trouvait à six cents mètres de son extrémité, mais le bruit des avions ne dérangerait guère les défunts — pour ce que peuvent en savoir des vivants n'ayant encore aucune expérience personnelle de la question.

doce horas en la cama, cuatro en el tocador, cinco en visitas y tres de paseo, o en el teatro.

tal vez la seguridad, de una existencia serena para el resto de sus años. Sin embargo, el sentimiento vuelve a estar

Vino ajeno y miseria propia. El reposo breve de un guerrero.

A fin de cuentas, se consoló, por mucho que duela y tardes en morir, al final siempre te mueres. Y quien muere, descansa.

Cuando nos muramos estaremos tan cansadas que desearemos que no haya otra vida después de ésta.

Algunos, bajo la influencia del deseo, trabajan como esclavos. Se agotan trabajando todo el día y cuando regresan a sus hogares por la noche, están tan cansados que se desploman como cadáveres.

Sometimes the most urgent and vital thing you can possibly do is take a complete rest.

When I was in a traveling company, we slept seven or eight to a bed such as this, too tired to do anything but snore.

Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.

Settling your mind in its natural state entails releasing all grasping, grasping onto the future, and the past, grasping onto cogitations about the present. Letting your awareness rest in its own place, naturally luminous and still.

Rushing saps the strength, whether you are in Delhi or New York.

Beware of sudden change, in any great point of diet, and, if necessity enforce it, fit the rest to it. For it is a secret both in nature and state, that it is safer to change many things, than one.

I don't like sitting on the bench even when it was very rare at Hull to rest during cup games.

Why do people sit up so late, or, more rarely, get up so early? Not because the day is not long enough, but because they have no time in the day to themselves.

I very rarely get to enjoy doing nothing.

Ever since having kids, napping is something that I'm prone to do and very easily could do but rarely get the chance to.

I would rather be lying in a bed than changing one.

It gives a fellow an awful shiver to hear the first shovelful of dirt and gravel rattle down upon the coffin; but after it is covered, it falls gently and makes no sound. The feeling of rest is perfect. There's no more nagging, no more pain!

I've reached an age where I don't want to be on the road all the time.

Sleep deprivation impairs everything from your motor skills to your reaction time.