Quotes About Rest

If you are losing your leisure, look out; you may be losing your soul.

Let's go home.

Yeah, world peace would be all right, but what about a day off in a slab of ham the size of my head.

Chaque matin, je me dégage des bras enchanteurs de Morphée, pétrifiée à l'idée de ces heures interminables qui s'égrèneront lentement jusqu'à ce que je puisse me replonger dans l'oubli bienfaisant d'un nouveau sommeil.

The mind is stirred up by ideas, which are like chaff. It is agitated by distractions, which are like the gusting wind. Thus there is no access to this nature. But if you rest correctly in the pure accomplished mind Beyond arriving and departing, Whence there's nothing to remove, To which there's nothing to be added; If you rest in primal wisdom All-creating, free from stain, You will behold this nature as it is.

Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....

For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause for breathe, And love itself have rest

How sweet and soothing is this hour of calm I thank thee, night for thou has chased away these horrid bodements which, amidst the throng, I could not dissipate and with the blessing of thy benign and quiet influence now will I to my couch, although to rest is almost wronging such a night as this.

We'll Go No More A-roving So, we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart still be as loving, And the moon still be as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a-roving By the light of the moon.

Come, lay thy head upon my breast and I'll kiss thee unto rest.

Tribes of the wandering foot and weary breast, How shall ye flee away and be at rest! The wild-dove hath her nest, the fox his cave, Mankind their country — Israel but the grave!

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

I think sleep is unrated.

It's time for quiet, Shakes,' Michael said, staring down at the ground. 'That I do know. Give things a rest. Find a spot where I can shut my eyes and not have to see the places I've been. Maybe I'll even get lucky and forget I was ever there.

Ease your whiskers, rest your paws, Pies and puddings fill the stores Sweetly dream the night away Till sunshine brings another day

That's because your idea of exercise is reading in bed until your arms hurt from holding up your Kindle

She frowned at me. You need some rest. You look like hell. And you're obviously tired enough to have gotten the giggles. Wizards don't giggle, I said, hardly able to speak. This is cackling.

Sullen monosyllabism, a sure sign of sleep deprivation.

No rest for the wicked, Bob, and that means that we can't slack off either, or they'll outwork us.

Rest. Heal. Sleep. I shall most likely kill you on the morrow." "You? A Princess Bride quote?" I croaked. "What is that?" she asked.

What is this thing you speak of, 'sleep'?

It's a shadelight, Grimm said quietly. Some of my men put one up whenever I lose a member of the crew. To light his shade's way back to his bunk, so he can rest. A bit heathen of them, I suppose, Benedict said. It's a tradition, Grimm said. Were traditions rational, they'd be procedures.

I longed for my bed. I longed for sleep.

The Gatekeeper joined the rest of the Senior Council, and they trooped back up to their podiums. Podii. Podia. Whatever. Goddamned correspondence course.