Quotes About Rest

Prayer is a shelter to the soul, a sacrifice to God and a scourge to the devil. David's heart was often more out of tune than his harp. He prays, and then, in spite of the devil, cries, 'Return unto your rest, O my soul.' Prayer is the gate of heaven, a key to let us into paradise. There is nothing that renders Satan's plots fruitless like prayer; therefore says Christ: 'Watch and pray that you enter not into temptation' (Matt. 26:41).

Call for the grandest of all earthly spectacles, what is that? It is the sun going to his rest.

A novel is an impression, not an argument; and there the matter must rest.

The world is as it used to be: "All nations striving strong to make Red war yet redder. Mad as hatters They do no more for Christés sake Than you who are helpless in such matters. "That this is not the judgment-hour For some of them's a blessed thing, For if it were they'd have to scour Hell's floor for so much threatening.... "Ha, ha. It will be warmer when I blow the trumpet (if indeed I ever do; for you are men, And rest eternal sorely need).

Her heart longed for some ark into which it could fly and be at rest. Rough or smooth she did not care, so long as it was warm.

And the d'Urberville knights and dames slept on in their tombs unknowing.

In about the time a person unaccustomed to bodily labour would have decided upon which side to lie, Farmer Oak was asleep.   The

Quando il dolore cessa di riflettere il sonno approfitta della buona occasione.

Hannibal had entered his heart's long winter. He slept soundly and was not visited in dreams as humans are.

With Reba, his only living woman, held with her in this one bubbleskin of time, he felt for the first time that it was all right: It was his life he was releasing, himself past all mortality that he was sending into her starry darkness, away from this pain planet, ringing harmonic distances away to peace and the promise of rest.

Peace and rest at length have come All the day's long toil is past, And each heart is whispering, 'Home, Home at last.

Let us cross the river to the other side and rest beneath the shade of the trees. [Stonwall Jackson just before passing into eternity in 1863.]

Let us cross over the river, and rest in the shade of the trees.

Peace, that glorious moment in time when everyone stops and reloads.

His love of the sea had profound roots: the hardworking artist's desire to rest, his longing to get away from the demanding diversity of phenomena and take shelter in the bosom of simplicity and immensity; a forbidden penchant that was entirely antithetical to his mission and, for that very reason, seductive-a proclivity for the unorganized, the immeasurable, the eternal: for nothingness.

Amaba el mar por razones profundas: por la apetencia de reposo propia del artista sometido a un arduo trabajo, que ante la exigente pluralidad del mundo fenoménico anhela cobijarse en el seno de lo simple en inmenso, y también por una propensión ilícita -diametralmente opuesta a su tarea y, por eso mismo, seductora- hacia lo inarticulado, inconmensurable y eterno: hacia la nada.

Also Ruhe, Geduld, Mannszucht, messen, essen, liegen, abwarten und Tee trinken.

El reposo es el primer deber del ciudadano, y la impaciencia no hace más que perjudicarle.

Discussions should always be held just before going to bed, your rear protected by sleep. How painful, after an intellectual conversation, to have to go about with your mind so stirred up.

Do not look for rest in any pleasure, because you were not created for pleasure: you were created for spiritual joy. And if you do not know the difference between pleasure and spiritual joy you have not yet begun to live.

Some of us need to discover that we will not begin to live more fully until we have the courage to do and see and taste and experience much less than usual... And for a man who has let himself be drawn completely out of himself by his activity, nothing is more difficult than to sit still and rest, doing nothing at all. The very act of resting is the hardest and most courageous act he can perform.

LXXXI ABBOT PASTOR was asked by a certain brother: How should I conduct myself in the place where I live? The elder replied: Be as cautious as a stranger; wherever you may be, do not desire your word to have power before you, and you will have rest.

I am happy that I can at least want to love God. Perhaps that is all I've got, but it is already all that is essential. And He will take care of the rest.

Jesus, I put myself in Your hands. I rest in Your wisdom that has arranged all things for me. I promise to stop jumping out of Your arms to try and walk on my own feet, forgetting that I am no longer on the ground or near it!