Quotes About Rest

1. If your stomach disputes you, lie down and pacify it with cool thoughts. 2. Keep the juices flowing by jangling around gently as you move. 3. Go very lightly on the vices such as carrying on in society. The social ramble ain't restful.

Put off thy cares with thy clothes; so shall thy rest strengthen thy labor, and so thy labor sweeten thy rest.

The camel, at the close of day, Kneels down upon the sandy plain To have his burden lifted off And rest again. My soul, thou too should to thy knees When daylight draweth to a close, And let thy Master lift the load And grant repose.

To carry care to bed is to sleep with a pack on your back.

Don't fight with the pillow, but lay down your head And kick every worriment out of the bed.

Thou driftest gently down the tides of sleep.

Go to bed early, get up early-this is wise.

O bed! O bed! Delicious bed! That heaven on earth to the weary head!

A well-spent day brings happy sleep.

It is a delicious moment, certainly, that of being well-nestled in bed and feeling that you shall drop gently to sleep. The good is to come, not past; the limbs are tired enough to render the remaining in one posture delightful; the labor of the day is gone.

Sleep, Silence's child, sweet father of soft rest, Prince whose approach peace to all mortals brings, Indifferent host to shepherds and kings, Sole comforter to minds with grief oppressed.

Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd slave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.

Sleep is the most blessed and blessing of all natural graces.

Sleep: The golden chain that ties health and our bodies together.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; he leadeth me beside the still warm waters.

I am searching for that which every man seeks-peace and rest.

God has not promised skies always blue, flower-strewn pathways all our lives through; God has not promised sun without rain, joy without sorrow, peace without pain. But God has promised strength for the day, rest for the labor, light for the way, Grace for the trials, help from above, unfailing sympathy, undying love.

I would rather sleep in the southern corner of a little country churchyard, than in the tombs of the Capulets.

Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie.

It is well to lie fallow for a while.

For me it is sufficient to have a corner by my hearth, a book and a friend, and a nap undisturbed by creditors or grief.

There the wicked cease from troubling, and there the weary be at rest.

Oh that I had in the wilderness a lodging-place of wayfaring men!

Some people have a perfect genius for doing nothing, and doing it assiduously.