Quotes About Rest

I feel underslept but overjoyed. Nothing feels so good as this.

You were in your warm secure cave with enough food and your own woman while a storm and wild beasts raged outside. The shadows and shapes which seemed so solid at night evaporated in the daylight. You couldn't blot out the rest of the world during the day, it was everywhere, oppressive, top-heavy, leaning on you.

The mind will ever be unstable that has only prejudices to rest on.

Come to me, you who are weary and burdened, and I will grant you rest. (Matthew 11:28)

Everyone joins a band in this life. And what you play always affects someone. Sometimes, it affects the world. Frankie's symphony ends. And so, at last, we rest.

Then she asked me to pass into the inner room to rest awhile. So in we went to the inner room, hand in hand.

The people welcome a new da yas if they were certain of liking it, the shopkeepers pull up their blinds serene in the expectation of good trade, the workers go happily to their work, the people who have sat up all night in night clubs go happily to their rest, the orchestra of motor-car horns, of clanking trams, of whistling policemen tunes up for the daily symphony, and everywhere is joy.

you know perfectly well you ought to stop reading and go to bed and you'll feel hideously groggy in the morning if you don't

WHEN I FIRST CAME to the Sahara I was afraid of the night. For some, night means more work, for others dissipation, for still others insomnia, boredom. For me now it's quite different. Night is first of all rest, real rest. At sunset a great serenity sets in, as though nature were obeying a sudden sign from God.

Sometimes it's best to put your mind to work and exhaust it, rather than let it rest, in case it gets bored and starts eating you up alive.

I've never been one for naps. What I go for is insomnia elevated to an art form. I'll catch up on sleep when I die.

Sometimes it's best to put your mind to work and exhaust it, rather than let it rest, in case it gets bored and starts eating you up alive.

Rest now, my friend. Heaven can wait. And hell is too small for you.

Sleep is for dreamers.

Brian was only thirteen. He was asleep by one A.M.

They slept that deep sleep reserved for babies and consenting adults who have worn their bodies out with hot sex.

tired as she was, the idea of stirrups

late. She'd barely gotten comfortable

Everyone said good-night and went to his room.

George learned from the woman's daughter that she was having her midday meal and a rest in her room upstairs. "But Mother will be down in a little while," she said. "Would you like to wait?

They are all very busy people. In fact they are so busy that it will be hard for you to picture them. I do not mean that they work at their jobs all day and night but that they have much business in their minds always that does not let them rest

The heart must have something to rest upon, and if it is not God, it will be the world.

Unlike humans, who have the power (or curse) of denial to keep them in an abusive situation, animals will always move toward balance. Automatically, the brain says, "Hey, finally I get a rest." They are relieved to be out of that state of constant tension.

Go to sleep, Asher. You've had a difficult day." "A difficult day? I didn't do a thing all day!" "For you, my husband, that is the most difficult kind of day you can have.