Quotes About Rest

Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee. ISAIAH 26:3 CHAPTER 1 Bird-in-Hand, Pennsylvania

The wonderful thing about this city is when you get tired you can always lean against it.

That happy age when a man can be idle with impunity.

To look upon its grass grown yard, where the sunbeams seem to sleep so quietly, one would think that there at least the dead might rest in peace.

Blue is the typical heavenly colour. The ultimate feeling it creates is one of rest. When it sinks to almost black, it echos grief that is hardly human.

I like to be left alone when I'm not working.

Only I can give myself permission to rest or to overachieve, to pace myself or to run at the pace others expect of me.

One of the greatest lessons I'm learning (and yes, I am still learning it) is that rest is not sin.

Thus says the Lord: 'Stand in the ways and see, And ask for the old paths, where the good way is, And walk in it; Then you will find rest for your souls.'" JEREMIAH 6:16 NKJV

But when I was a teenager, the idea of spending the rest of my life in a factory was real depressing. So the idea that I could become a musician opened up some possibilities I didn't see otherwise.

All life requires a rhythm of rest. . . There is a rhythm in the way day dissolves into night, and night into morning. There is a rhythm as the active growth of spring and summer is quieted by the necessary dormancy of fall and winter. There is a tidal rhythm, a deep, eternal conversation between the land and the great sea.

Sabbath requires surrender. If we only stop when we are finished with all our work, we will never stop, because our work is never completely done. With every accomplishment there arises a new responsibility... Sabbath dissolves the artificial urgency of our days, because it liberates us from the need to be finished.

Like a path through the forest, Sabbath creates a marker for ourselves so, if we are lost, we can find our way back to our center." — Wayne Muller (Sabbath: Finding Rest, Renewal, and Delight in Our Busy Lives)

If busyness can become a kind of violence, we do not have to stretch our perception very far to see that Sabbath time – effortless, nourishing rest – can invite a healing of this violence. When we consecrate a time to listen to the still, small voices, we remember the root of inner wisdom that makes work fruitful. We remember from where we are most deeply nourished, and see more clearly the shape and texture of the people and things before us.

If we do not allow for a rhythm of rest in our overly busy lives, illness becomes our Sabbath - our pneumonia, our cancer, our heart attack, our accidents create Sabbath for us.

People don't believe it, but solo sailing actually is quite restful.

It is not for us to search but to remain still, to achieve Immobility not Action.

People use drugs, legal and illegal, because their lives are intolerably painful or dull. They hate their work and find no rest in their leisure. They are estranged from their families and their neighbors. It should tell us something that in healthy societies drug use is celebrative, convivial, and occasional, whereas among us it is lonely, shameful, and addictive. We need drugs, apparently, because we have lost each other.

Each night, as I closed my eyes, I would find myself back in the same meadow. The more I played, the more glass fell from my head. I knew that it was trauma being evicted from my body. But I thought to be healed of the trauma I should be quoting the Word incessantly... Not playing... "Rest ... rest and play....

Remember that true wisdom is not found in man's opinion; even the most spiritual man. "It is found only in My Word. "It is found only in Me. "Now rest your mind, beloved. "Come, it is time for me to show you the mantles My tested ones have earned as overcomers, through the sifting of their spirits, souls and flesh.

Hey when there's a chance to win a free spoon rest from Creative Pottery Studio, people can't pass that up!

Some days I don't sleep and there are days I sleep for days.

O source of equity and rest... Disturb our negligence and chill, Convict our pride of its offence In all things, even penitence, Instruct us in the civil art Of making from the muddled heart A desert and a city where The thoughts that have to labor there May find locality and peace, And pent-up feelings their release, Send strength sufficient for our day, And point our knowledge on its way.

Sleep mothered them; and left the twilight sad.