Quotes About Rest

We're like the moths," Begu said. "The priests and Uinniau and Cian are like bats. When we go back to York, we'll have to stop, lie down, for a while.

After seeing work exploit and demolish the world, laziness seems like the mother of the virtues.

Living is a sickness to which sleep provides relief every sixteen hours. It's a palliative. The remedy is death.

There is no more time, the gray cat is sleeping on the gutter morning noon and night.

Tu sais que t'es chez toi quand t'as trouvé un trou où calancher en paix.

She can't catch on to slumber, the relief of oblivion.

and sank into the profound slumber which comes only to such fortunate folk as are troubled neither with mosquitoes nor fleas nor excessive activity of brain.

Oh long-drawn highway, how excellent you are! How often have I in weariness and despondency set forth upon your length, and found in you salvation and rest! How often, as I followed your leading, have I been visited with wonderful thoughts and poetic dreams and curious, wild impressions!

It'll never get well if you pick it.

That which the external world perceives as quite motionless has the appearance of being quite at rest. However much it may change, in relation to the external world it always stays at rest. This principle governs all self-modifications. That is why the beautiful appears so much at rest. Everything beautiful is a self-illuminated, perfect individual.

The new covenant radically alters the Sabbath perspective. The current believer does not first labor six days, looking hopefully towards rest. Instead, he begins the week by rejoicing in the rest already accomplished by the cosmic event of Christ's resurrection. Then he enters joyfully into his six days of labor, confident of success through the victory which Christ has already won.

You get some rest. We'll talk later." "I'd rather not," I said nicely. "Rest is important," he insisted.

God is neither good nor evil, neither loving nor hating. God is Power. God is Change. We must find the rest of what we need within ourselves, in one another, in our Destiny.

I realized that—in spite of all the risks involved—a thing in motion will always be better than a thing at rest; that change will always be a nobler thing than permanence; that that which is static will degenerate and decay, turn to ash, while that which is in motion is able to last for all eternity.

a thing in motion will always be better than a thing at rest; that change will always be a nobler thing than permanence; that that which is static will degenerate and decay, turn to ash, while that which is in motion is able to last for all eternity.

Surprising how well you can sleep on an old Morris chair if you work hard daytimes, or even on the floor if you get cramped. It's all a matter of getting used to it.

How happy he who crowns in shades like these,A youth of labor with an age of ease.

According to the dictionary, "en" of "enza" is defined "to be peaceful and to rest peacefully." Thus, "za" means "to rest in peace." Therefore, "enza" is "to sit peacefully." It is the same as samadhi.

Skipping gives the adult a well-deserved break and lets the inner child be in charge for a while.

Women sleep so soundly they seem to be dead. Who knows? Women may live in order to sleep.

Falling asleep is such a strange feeling. It's like a carp or an eel is tugging on a fishing line, or something heavy like a lead weight is pulling on the line that I'm holding with my head, and as I doze off to sleep, the line slackens up a bit. When that happens, it startles me back to awareness. Then it pulls me again. I doze off to sleep. The line loosens a bit again. This goes on three or four times, and then, with the first really big tug, this time it lasts until morning.

To break free from this vexatious and awful never-ending cycle, this flood of outrageous thoughts, and to long for nothing more than simply to sleep—how clean, how pure, the mere thought of it is exhilarating.

If you've slept soundly at night the morning is exhilarating, I suppose.

The condition of perfection is idleness: the aim of perfection is youth