Quotes About Rest

Life for the living, and rest for the dead!

A perpetual holiday is a good working definition of hell.

In travelling I shape myself betimes to idleness And take fools' pleasure

That quiet mutual gaze of a trusting husband and wife is like the first moment of rest or refuge from a great weariness or a great danger.

I have fed purely upon ale; I have eat my ale, and I always sleep upon ale.

You've had a long day. Let's put your magic away. You know what you need? A nice cup of chamomile tea and a tranquilizer . . ." I

You can do without sleep or without food, but not without both and sleep wasn't an option.

It taught me that for every period of stress there must be a time of rest and contemplation.

Now that the first impact of his impossible face had worn off, she saw a network of small scars near his left eye. He was real, all right. He bled and scarred just like the rest, and that meant he wouldn't find bullets in his chest amusing.

when sleep mugged him.

About fifteen minutes into the drive, Conlan gave up singing the sad song of his people and fell asleep.

Le reste ondoie, s'effrange en silence, interroge dedans, dehors dans l'espace de la nuit, dan l'espace de l'âme : est-ce la mort ?

As she points out, leaving behind the rush-hour commute, corporate politics, and a relentless BlackBerry that never slept was no sacrifice.

There is a gulf fixed between those who can sleep and those who cannot. It is one of the greatest divisions of the human race.

Let me sleep at last. I've had misery enough in my life. You said there was nowhere to go to. There is death to go to. I've had misery enough in my life.

The trouble with people nowadays is they don't know how to do nothing.

She was dressed to go to bed only it was ridiculously early to go to bed. She desired to be unconscious.

You can go now. There's nothing more to learn. I am poured out and empty. Good night.

Not to have been born is undoubtedly best, but sound sleep is second best.

There was a kind of sleeping or half-sleeping which I sometimes tried to achieve (especially at weekends) when I lay like a floating turtle, just breaking the surface of consciousness, aware and yet not self-aware, not yet tormented by being a particular person.

O death, rock me asleep, bring me to quiet rest. Let pass my weary guilty ghost out of my careful breast.

A talent for oblivion is a talent for survival. I laid my head down and merciful pain-killing sleep covered me fathoms deep. Not to have been born is undoubtedly best, but sound sleep is second best.

Misery and drink made him a sound sleeper.

Was I sleeping when you came in?" "You were," said Bayta decisively, "and you're not going back to work, either. You're getting into bed.