Quotes About Rest

Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man.

The lot of man is ceaseless labor, Or ceaseless idleness, which is still harder.

Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.

The vigorous are no better than the lazy during one half of life, for all men are alike when asleep.

All man's troubles come from not knowing how to sit still in one room.

The sleep of a laboring man is sweet.

God has made sleep to be a sponge by which to rub out fatigue. A man's roots are planted in night as in a soil.

Nobody is sicker than the man who is sick on his day off.

The whole visible world is perhaps nothing other than a motivation of man's wish to rest for a moment an attempt to falsify the fact of knowledge, to try to turn the knowledge into the goal.

Business men who are busy the whole day and immediately go to bed after supper, snoring like cows, are not likely to contribute anything to culture.

A husband is a man who two minutes after his head touches the pillow is snoring like an overloaded omnibus.

Blessed be he who invented sleep, a cloak that covers all a man's thoughts.

I worked like a horse and I ate like a hog and I slept like a dead man.

Man was made for the highest activity, which is, in fact, his rest.

Most men are in a coma when they are at rest and mad when they act.

It has been said with some meaning that if men would but rest in silence, they might always hear the music of the spheres.

Men seek rest in a struggle against difficulties; and when they have conquered these, rest becomes insufferable.

It had been a perfect nap - the sort a man runs into now and again by chance.

the old man dance, where I tense up, shuffle my feet intermittently, complain about the music volume, and sit down for a rest.

Only by trusting in God can a man carrying responsibility find repose.

Take a good rest, small bird," he said. "Then go in and take your chance like any man or bird or fish.

A happy home is the single spot of rest which a man has upon this earth for the cultivation of his noblest sensibilities.

When a man sleepes, his head is in his stomach.

The man was running away with the rest, and selling his papers for a shilling each as he ran—a grotesque mingling of profit and panic.