Quotes About Rest

to his cheek, and went back to the bed.

Taking a little undertime today?

On the sixth day, Jared and the rest of the 8th finally figured out what that sex thing was all about. On the seventh day, and as a direct consequence of the sixth day, they rested.

Which news do you want first?" Vnac Oi asked me. I was in its office again, the first meeting of the sur. "You have good news?" I asked. "No," Oi said. "But some of the news is less objectively bad than the rest." "Then by all means let us begin with that.

I'm gettin' tired way past where sleep rests me.

My wife, my Mary, goes to her sleep the way you would close the door of a closet. So many times I have watched her with envy. Her lovely body squirms a moment as though she fitted herself into a cocoon. She sighs once and at the end of it her eyes close and her lips, untroubled, fall into that wise and remote smile of the Ancient Greek gods. She smiles all night in her sleep, her breath purrs in her throat, not a snore, a kitten's purr... She loves to sleep and sleep welcomes her.

I ain't sleepin'. I got too much to puzzle with.

It is not true as is romantically presumed that people frightened or injured or persecuted are wakeful. More often than not they retire into sleep to be free of trouble for a time.

I have thought the difference might be that my Mary knows she will live forever, that she will step from the living into another life as easily as she slips from sleep to wakefulness. She knows this with her whole body, so completely that she does not think of it any more than she thinks to breathe. Thus she has time to sleep, time to rest, time to cease to exist for a little.

and the night moved restlessly about the house.

Kur pinigai, ten ?prastos elgesio normos gali ils?tis.

About the whole face there was a granite dignity, so that every motion seemed an impossible thing. Once at rest, it seemed the old man would be stone, would never move again. His steps were slow and certain. Once made, no step could ever be retraced; once headed in a direction, the path would never bend nor the pace increase nor slow.

The rest had done wonders. Pain makes you set your jaw, and your eyes grow falsely bright with anxiety, and the muscles over the temples and along the cheeks, even the weak muscles near to the nose, stand out a little, and that is the look of sickness and of resistance to suffering.

The refusal to rest content, the willingness to risk excess on behalf of one's obsessions, is what distinguishes artists from entertainers, and what makes some artists adventurers on behalf of us all.

What does Sunday, the day of the Lord, mean for us? It is a day for rest and for family, but first of all a day for Him.

I have three kids and a wife, and any moments that aren't dedicated to working on this film in some way, or family, are immediately reserved for sleep.

Being at home with my family always inspires me. I find it hard to be inspired when I'm on the move. I'm not creative when I'm jet-lagged and sleeping in strange hotels.

I've always been a deep sleeper; because I come from such a large family - there are 10 kids - I could sleep through anything.

Let me go to the house of the Father.

The worst thing about the fantasies of the mentally ill is that they're so damned consistent. They never let up. They never give you any rest.

Father, help us to rest our heads on the soft pillow of Your providence.

The big thing with all parents is they just want to be left alone. I want no demands. That's the best gift for Father's Day, just leave them alone.

They may well fear fate who have any infirmity of habit or aim: but they who rest on what is have a destiny beyond destiny, and can make mouths of fortune.

Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.