Quotes About Rest

And I am weary of the anguish Increasing winters bear; Weary to watch the spirit languish Through years of dead despair. So, if a tear, when thou art dying, Should haply fall from me, It is but that my soul is sighing, To go and rest with thee.

Me parece apreciar en la muerte un reposo que ni el infierno ni la tierra son capaces de quebrantar, y me invade la sensación de un futuro eterno y sin sombras. Sí; la Eternidad.

Meu espírito nunca esteve mais próximo de Deus do que ao contemplar aquela perfeita imagem do repouso divino. Instintivamente, repeti as palavras que ela pronunciara, algumas horas antes: Incomparavelmente acima de todos nós — assim estava ela, Ainda na terra ou já no céu, o seu espírito já está unido a Deus!

Vejo na morte um repouso que nem a terra nem o inferno podem romper, e sinto a certeza de uma eternidade sem fim e sem limites — a Eternidade em que o defunto acabou de entrar —, onde a vida perdura para sempre e o amor e a alegria também.

I can't rest now, Nelly, although I'm so tired. You may as well tell a man who's struggling through the sea to rest within an arm's length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I'll rest.

It is not my fault that I cannot eat or rest . . . I'll do both, as soon as I possibly can. But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water rest within arms' length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I'll rest . . . I've done no injustice, and I repent nothing. I'm too happy; and yet I'm not happy enough. My soul's bliss kills my body, but does not satisfy itself.

One or two is early enough for a person who lies till ten.

Me thinks this heart should rest awhile... / Those flowers were formed to feel the breeze / Wave their light leaves in summer's glow... / And I lament because I know / That cold departure pictures mine.

I HIDE myself within my flower That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too— And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness...

To wander now is my abode; To rest,—to rest would be A privilege of hurricane To memory and me.

On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar— Where the storm is o'er? In the peaceful west Many the sails at rest— The anchors fast— Thither I pilot thee— Land Ho! Eternity! Ashore at last!

On this wondrous sea - Sailing silently - Ho! pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar, Where the storm is o'er? In the silent west Many a sails at rest, Their anchors fast Thither I pilot thee Land, ho! Eternity! Ashore at last!

There is a time to plan, a time to act, and a time to rest; it is wise to know which is which.

I think she was too tired to play anymore, she was in a hurry to get to Heaven so she didn't wait, why didn't she wait for me?

Miss N. had taught her nurses to watch carefully in order to understand what the ill required and provide it. Not medicine—that was the doctors' domain—but the things she argued were equally crucial to recovery: light, air, warmth, cleanliness, rest, comfort, nourishment, and conversation.

Work will be your mother, she whispered; it will lead you through dark days; it will clear you a level place to rest at last.

I didn't know I was swearing fealty to a lunatic.' For a moment Artt can't catch his breath. 'I see now you won't rest till you've made this island a hell on earth,' Cormac says. 'I release myself from my vows.

She's asleep, she can´t be mad in her sleep, can she?

In my experience of ward nursing, two shifts are more conducive to sleep than three." "But

STAY CLEAN, WARM, AND WELL NOURISHED, BUT FORBEAR TO USE MORE THAN A FAIR SHARE OF FUEL AND FOOD. EARLY TO SLEEP AND KEEP WINDOWS WIDE, WHILE TAKING CARE TO AVOID DRAUGHTS. VENTILATION AND SANITATION WILL BE OUR NATION'S SALVATION.

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy!

I need to sleep, he thought wearily. But not to dream.

But ever since I was old enough to be cynical I have been visiting national parks, and they are a cure for cynicism, an exhilarating rest from the competitive avarice we call the American Way…. Absolutely American, absolutely democratic, they reflect us at our best rather than our worst. —Wallace Stegner, 1983

I love to go to sleep, when bed takes me like a lover