Quotes About Rest

Night is a great gift from God he said.It is the mother of man and comes quietly and tenderly to cover him.It rests its cool hand on his forehead and effaces the day's cares from his body and soul.Brothers its time to surrender ourselves to night's embrace

Is your dog in a coma? Quinn asked when the dog didn't move a muscle. No. Lump leads an active and demanding internal life that requires long periods of rest.

You're a first-class bastard, Doug. This time he grinned because he'd heard the light trace of respect. I like first class, Whitney. I'm going to live there the rest of my life.

Sundays were knowing absolutely nothing had to be done, and countless things could be.

Is your dog in a coma?" Quinn asked when the dog didn't move a muscle. "No. Lump leads an active and demanding internal life that requires long periods of rest.

She read in her room by the light of an oil lamp until mind and body gave way to fatigue.

tidy bed was a restful bed

Then she remembered what her mother called heart-sleep. That sleep a wounded heart needed to help it heal.

nagging had put him off his breakfast, and a man needed a good breakfast when he was going to be working his tail off the rest of the day. And what he had managed to slurp up before Missy nagged away

alone and let me sleep.

it was life and death. Both you and Sawyer brought guns, but you didn't tell the rest of us." Sawyer shifted. "Shit. Combat knife, too." Riley pulled a wicked blade out of her boot. "Throwing knife." "Which only

sleep all day. Haven't been sleeping well

What is going to happen in the course of my day that will be an improvement over lying on something very soft, underneath something very warm, wearing only underwear, doing absolutely nothing, all by myself?

Am I sleeping? Have I slept at all? This is insomnia.

My one true love. My deformed or mutilated or diseased prince charming. My unhappily ever after. My hideous future. The monstrous rest of my life.

The Prayer for a Parking Space Oh, divine and merciful God, History is without equal for how much I will adore You, when You give me today, a place to park. For You are the provider. And You are the source. From You all good is delivered. Within You all is found. In Your care will I find respite. With Your guidance, will I find peace. To stop, to rest, to idle, to park. These are Yours to give me. This is what I ask. Amen.

I escape into sleep. Sleep is what I'll miss most when I die.

I write and that way rid myself of me and then at last I can rest.

Music is the space between the notes.

It was that sleep itself—the act of closing the eyes and relinquishing control of her consciousness—was something she was temperamentally unsuited to.

except that she was sleeping not in preparation for a new day but for endless night.

He looked too drained to argue, his stare somehow unfinished, as though it had a place it wanted to rest but couldn't find.

Ten minutes later, Cabrillo was sprawled across his bed, sleeping so soundly that, for the first time in a long time, he didn't need the mouth guard to keep him from grinding his teeth.

Each night, with meticulous care, Homer opened his satchel and removed a set of manacles. He locked himself to the driver's seat, put the key in his pocket, and closed his eyes. Ridgeway caught Cora looking. "He says it's the only way he can sleep." Homer snored like a rich old man every night.