Quotes About Rest

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Every unrighteous action alienates humankind further from the ground, making it even more difficult to cultivate food and so experience divinely intended rest.

Disillusion can become itself an illusion If we rest in it.

Back at the guest house I tried to acclimatise. A travel-worn adventurer had once told me that leaning with one's head dangling over the end of a bed was the best way to achieve this. It was while I was in this position, the blood rushing to my temples, that the door swung open.

And as he rested there in silence and she with gentle fingers smoothed his forehead, the strange flat earth went on about its business through the night.

Eating and sleeping are the two periods in your life where writers get a pass for not reading. Check that. Only sleeping.

The world's decay where the wind's hands have passed, And my head, worn out with love, at rest In my hands, and my hands full of dust.

I want to rest. I want to breathe quietly again.

Love was truly a spectacular, sacred thing. Anthony knew that. He'd seen it every day of his childhood, every time his parents had shared a glance or touched hands. But love was the enemy of the dying man. It was the only thing that could make the rest of his years intolerable - to taste bliss and know that it would all be snatched away.

For this is the cause why we be not all in ease of heart and soul: that we seek here rest in those things that are so little, wherein is no rest, and know not our God that is All-mighty, All-wise, All-good. For He is the Very Rest. God willeth to be known, and it pleaseth Him that we rest in Him; for all that is beneath Him sufficeth not us.

IT IS NOT GOD'S WILL that we follow the feeling of pains in sorrow and mourning for them" AND after this He shewed a sovereign ghostly pleasance in my soul. I was fulfilled with the everlasting sureness, mightily sustained without any painful dread. This feeling was so glad and so ghostly that I was in all peace and in rest, that there was nothing in earth that should have grieved me.

I was learned that our soul shall never have rest till it cometh to Him, knowing that He is fulness of joy, homely and courteous, blissful and very life.

Blood had long since ceased to beat from one end to the other, but one could sense, from passages marked with fresher traces of wheels and hooves, that once the meaning and even the very idea of a long journey was lost, sleep had not descended over it in one fell swoop: it had continued to steal a march here and there, in a discontinuous way, and over short distances, like a laborer who feels his cart jolt on a section of Roman road that crosses his field...

porque el reposo es eufemismo de derrota, y el sueño máscara de una nada metida en cada poro de la vida [...]

Casi siempre tuve que abrir los ojos a la ceniza de un amanecer, buscar una bata fría y ver llegar la fatiga anterior a todo esfuerzo, el sabor a pizarra de un día interminable. No sé vivir sin cansancio, sin dormir; no sé por qué la noche odia mi sueño y lo combate, murciélagos afrontados sobre mi cuerpo desnudo.

Salir, hacer, poner al día, no eran cosas que ayudaran a dormirse.

Wolgast leaned back in his chair and realized how exhausted he was. It always came upon him like this, like the sudden unclenching of a fist.

O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? —SHAKESPEARE, Henry IV, Part II

Rest assured that if the developers who are tasked with building the system do not understand and value the design, they will butcher it.

She replied that the manual labour exercised her body while allowing her mind and spirit to rest, adding that she believed there was value in the discipline of ordinariness, provided that it was only a discipline and not an unvarying state of being.

He could feel himself sliding into sleep, there was a dream already open and waiting for him to fall into it.

With all the decision making in my life, I often have to pause, look up and remember God is the One working behind the scenes. I say to myself, "He is able to work all things out for good. I just need to submit to Him and His ways. I can rest.

Aquel que busca ayuda se convierte en esclavo y el que se da a los demás queda prisionero de su propio afecto, El que acata las reglas de este mundo sufre en consecuencia, pero el que no lo hace se nos presenta como un loco. Donde sea que vivamos y hagamos lo que hagamos, ¿es posible acaso que por un solo instante hallemos cómo descansar nuestro cuerpo y cómo apaciguar nuestro corazón?

Men of means have much to fear. Those with none know only bitterness. If you entrust yourself to the care of others you will be owned by them. If you care for others you will be enslaved by your own solicitude. If you conform to the world it will bind you hand and foot. If you do not, then it will think you mad. And so the question, where should we live? And how? Where to find a place to rest a while? And how to bring even short-lived peace to our hearts?