Quotes About Rest

Both sleep and insomnolency, when immoderate, are bad.

In whatever disease sleep is laborious, it is a deadly symptom; but if sleep does good, it is not deadly.

Persons in whom a crisis takes place pass the night preceding the paroxysm uncomfortably, but the succeeding night generally more comfortably.

When in a state of hunger, one ought not to undertake labor.

I need someone to love me,Need somebody to carry me home to San FranciscoAnd bury my body there.

Maybe I even miss being afraid. I feel as though I am dreaming away my days, restless, never fully awake.

I am not sure I sleep, but I do dream.

She fell asleep like a flame being extinguished.

We slept on mattresses stuffed with the soft seed-heads of dandelions.

The Bomb elbows me in the side. "We came up with your code name," she mouths. I hadn't even seen her come in past the locked doors. "What?" I feel as tired as I ever felt, and yet, for seven years, I will not be able to truly rest. I expect her to say The Liar. She gives me a tricksy grin, full of secrets. "What else? The Queen.

No fire at all.

One of the hobs who used to work here, Nell Uther, would find me and guide me back to my room, telling me that if I couldn't sleep, then I ought to just close my eyes and lie still. That at least my body could rest, even if my mind wouldn't.

Let's stop here,' Tiernan says, and Oak collapses gratefully into the snow. 'Wren has suggested we change clothes.' 'I do appreciate your commitment to use looking our best,' says the prince.

His every movement is languorous. It feels dangerous to rest my gaze on him for too long, as though he is so thoroughly debauched that it might be contagious.

There is a fullness of all things, even of sleep and of love.

Sleep, the brother of Death.

For too much rest becomes a pain.

There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.

Sleep, delicious and profound, the very counterfeit of death

I'd need rest to refresh my brain, and to get rest it's necessary to travel, and to travel one must have money, and in order to get money you have to work. . . . I am in a vicious circle . . .from which it is impossible to escape.

Good befalls us while we sleep, sometimes.

Though the human heart may have to pause for rest when climbing the heights of affection it rarely stops on the slippery slope of hatred.

Although the human heart may stop and rest as it climbs the peaks of an attachment, it rarely pauses on the slippery downward slope of hatred.

Coloqué mi cuchillo junto al colchón y me introduje bajo la manta sin molestarme siquiera en quitarme la ropa.