Quotes About Rest

Vacation is what we take , when we can't take , what we 've been taking ,any longer.

She'd learned a lot about letting go that past year. About not holding on to the past and embracing what fate had in store. About taking pride in a hard day's work, but also taking time to rest and find peace in the quiet moments of the day. Most of all, she'd learned the importance of spending time with those she loved. She now understood just how precious time was, and that it wasn't promised.

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Duerme, vuela, reposa: ¡También se muere el mar!

But there is no oblivion, no dream: raw flesh. Kisses tie mouths in a tangle of new veins and those who are hurt will hurt without rest…" from "Sleepless City (Brooklyn Bridge Nocturne)

At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the white sheet at five in the afternoon. A frail of lime ready prepared at five in the afternoon. The rest was death, and death alone

FOR a long time the conviction has been dimly felt in the community that, without prejudice to existing institutions, the legal day of weekly rest might be employed to advantage for purposes affecting the general good.

el idiota se ha disculpado, ahora ya podemos descansar en paz.

La noche se tendía a descansar sobre la tierra, y era una noche de estancias negras, transparentes y redondas: más negras, más anchas y menos transparentes mientras más lejanas; estancias como las ondas del agua de un pozo donde hubiera caído el mundo.

I've dreamed a lot. I'm tired now from dreaming but not tired of dreaming. No one tires of dreaming, because to dream is to forget, and forgetting does not weigh on us, it is a dreamless sleep throughout which we remain awake. In dreams I have achieved everything.

Treating 'life' as an object to which we are more or less adequate excises crucial elements from life just at the very time that we are living it: such elements as sleep, rest, laziness, and the absence of labour, energy, and work. To say that these kinds of stasis are not living is not only to limit the plurality of life but to make it lopsided, tipping it towards the stresses that we find in modernity's cult of perpetual activity.

The damp air eased between sheets tossed and loosened with dreams, kissing uncovered throats, slipping in with unguarded breaths to lie snugly in the lungs and wait for day.

Vroeg naar bed gaan - dat vonden de immer onuitgeslapen pioniers van de moderne kunst het moedigst denkbare gevecht tegen depressie, drank, zinloze verstrooiing en de voortstormdende tijd.

Chaque difficulté sera un fantôme qui perturbera votre repos plus tard.

He wasn't walking to find his own identity, or to rediscover a disguised singularity, or to get a rest from shuffling masks; but walking long distances to find in himself the man from another age, the first man. Walking, but not as one might go to the desert to escape the world and its horrors, purified by solitude, prepared for one's celestial destiny. But walking to find in himself the man fresh from the hands of Nature, the absolute primitive.

Life is something to do when you can't get to sleep.

Regarde les lions: ils chassent quand ils ont faim, bon, mais le reste du temps ils dorment, ils bâillent, ils regardent les couchers de soleil et les cameramen du National Geographic, et ils n'ont pas l'air de s'ennuyer.

The best advice is found on the pillow', he

She lay there with her eyes closed, as if sleep were a shy creature that might venture out if she played dead. But every time it seemed to be drawing closer, some loud thought would crash and blunder through the undergrowth, putting it to flight.

Clent, however, suppressed any sense of pity without the slightest difficulty. His brain was busy with the icy clockwork of calculation. If only this young woman's fears were justified! Beamabeth Marlebourne would be unlikely to threaten anybody, locked away inside the Luck's cell for the rest of her life. Such a fate had a tempting poetry to it too, given that she really was the Luck of Toll, and had been all her life.

Sleep swallowed her like a pond gulping a pebble.

La muerte es el fin de toda angustia, el más tranquilo sueño, el eterno descanso. El que ha gozado debe retirarse de la vida como huésped satisfecho; el que ha sufrido, recibir gustoso a la que viene a cortar el hilo de sus desaventuras. [pp.150]

The minute anyone's getting anxious I say, You must eat and you must sleep. They're the two vital elements for a healthy life.

Few people know how to rest these days. Even on vacation, many people rush to cram in as much as they can before returning to their jobs, where they spend twice as much energy catching up on the work and mail that has piled up in their absence. Many of us need vacations just to rest from our vacations! Perhaps we have been looking for rest in the wrong places.