Quotes About Rest

There's a reason why Europeans take siesta in the middle of the day. It's not just because it's hot, but because it doesn't feel good to be outside or look at light when it's coming straight down overhead.

When stress is the problem, slack is the solution.

Paradoxically, to be truly idle, you also have to be efficient.

Once I had a dream that I was sleeping.

Yea, I have dreams. Usually at night when I'm asleep. Why?

Ideally, each study session should last about 45 minutes before you give yourself a 5- or 10-minute break.

Heavy lifting is good for the soul but bad for the back, and tends to interfere with lolling about.

Mutta voi, miten ihanaa on hiljaisena hetkenä juuri ennen auringon nousua mennä kotiin nukkumaan kun syömiset on syöty, juomiset juotu, puhumiset puhuttu ja tanssittu jalat väsyksiin.

Once a year the Hattifatteners collect there before setting out again on their endless foraging expedition round the world. They come from all points of the compass, silent and serious with their small, white empty faces, and why they hold this yearly meeting it is difficult to say, as they can neither hear nor speak, and have no object in life but the distant goal of their journey's end. Perhaps they like to have a place where they feel at home and can rest a little and meet friends.

Oh say, where lies true lasting happiness? In evening rest? In friendly glance? 'Tis more: In sailing from the mire, the reeds, the mast, The mighty ocean's vastness to adore. Oh what is life? 'Tis nothing but a dream, A vast and enigmatic flowing stream. Such tender feelings fill my heaving breast I know not how or where they'll come to rest; My cares are multitudinous and sore, I long to feel the friendly rudder in my paw.

När jag blev trött på det ena eller det andra gick jag till vedbacken ett tag. Vedbackens idé är alldeles klar; att såga och hugga med gott samvete, att få vara ifred, att det luktar gott och att det för en gångs skull blir vad man har tänkt sig.

Er hatte hundert Nächte und hundert Tage geschlafen, und jetzt wimmelten die Träume noch um ihn herum und wollten ihn wieder in den Schlaf zurückziehen.

The past isn't something we can change or enhance. It cannot be rearranged or made over to better satisfy our current state. I firmly believe that God wants us to put the past to rest—as if it has died and we are burying it. Once a person dies and you bury them, you have no means by which you can bring them back to life. Even in memory, they are still gone. In the same way, the past is still gone, even when you dwell on it.

Everyone was then encourage to have a time to rest. The little ones always protested, declaring they weren't tired and didn't need to sleep. They were always, amusingly enough, the first to tall asleep. Alice thought it comical to watch the way they fought napping. It reminded her of how she often fought against the rest that God offered her. So many times she had declared her ability to bear up under the load, to keep pressing forward when all God wanted for her was rest.

Often admitting our weakness and fear is the first step to finding rest in God. Our trust in Him isn't conveyed though superhuman confidence as much as it comes in the way of childlike reliance on Him.

I have consistently loved books that I've read when I've been sick in bed.

Never let her sleep for more than one and a half to two hours during the day, which is the proper nap period for babies four months and younger.

If you miss your baby's sleep window, or try to extend his awake time in the name of getting him to sleep longer (another myth), it's going to be a lot harder to teach him the skills of settling down.

More than five and a half hours of sleep during the day will throw the three-hour routine off kilter and cause a baby to stay up all night.

I do believe in God. I think God has given so much power to people, and intelligence, and said, 'Well, you are on your own. Maybe I'm tired, I need a nap. You are mature. Why don't you look after yourselves?' And I think He's been sleeping too much.

And then without warning, his eyes closed, his chin dropped to his chest, and he fell asleep.

Just go to bed and rest your little heart. Pray to God, and remember that He can sweep all your worries away like the swish of a broom.

The rest, called literature, is a dossier of human imbecility for the guidance of future professors.

I really think I'd be better at, like, advanced napping techniques.