Quotes About Rest

Prayer is not so much a way to find God as a way of resting in him...who loves us, who is near to us.

This perpetual hurry of business and company ruins me in soul if not in body. More solitude and earlier hours!

After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further.

He who sleeps without offering the night prayer, may he never enjoy a sound sleep.

Upon the lips of babes asleep I saw light embracing light and so allowed my syllables to rest there as a prayer they might sing in their dreams.

We shall never find happiness by looking at our prayers, our doings, or our feelings; it is what Jesus is, not what we are, that gives rest to the soul.

Do not work so hard for Christ that you have no strength to pray for prayer requires strength.

True silence is the rest of the mind, and is to the spirit what sleep is to the body, nourishment and refreshment.

The Divine nature is Rest," he says in one of the German discourses; and in the Latin fragments we find: "God rests in Himself, and makes all things rest in Him.

If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work; But when they seldom come, they wished for come.

Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,Chief nourisher in life's feast.

Unarm, Eros; the long day's task is done,And we must sleep.

Whose sore taskDoes not divide the Sunday from the week.

The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom.

I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.

I have not slept one wink.

Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!

Sleep shall neither night nor dayHang upon his pent-house lid.

WearinessCan snore upon the flint when resty slothFinds the down pillow hard.

O! hereWill I set up my everlasting rest,And shake the yoke of inauspicious starsFrom this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!Arms, take your last embrace!

O sleep! O gentle sleep!Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids downAnd steep my senses in forgetfulness?

Our foster-nurse of nature is repose.

Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.

Duncan is in his grave;After life's fitful fever he sleeps well;Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothingCan touch him further.