Quotes About Rest

His was a great sin who first invented consciousness. Let us lose it for a few hours.

But the rest offended her - and inarguably, because it wasn't a gesture but an emotion.

Oh, sleep that dreams, and dream that never tires, press from the petals of the lotus flower something of this to keep, the essence of an hour.

I just think of people," she continued, "whether they seem right where they are and fit into the picture. I don't mind if they don't do anything. I don't see why they should; in fact it always astonishes me when anybody does anything." "You don't want to do anything?" "I want to sleep

Durante il fragoroso decollo Dick si sentì intorpidito, rendendosi conto di quanto fosse stanco. Un'enorme persuasiva tranquillità s'impossessò di lui, e lasciò la malattia ai malati, il rumore ai motori, la direzione ai piloti.

BinecuvântaÈ›i sunt morÈ›ii peste care cade ploaia

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the big dinner and gift opening to Christmas Eve so they could sleep late on

The essence of what I desire is simply this: to sleep away life.

Ricordo bene il suo sguardo. Attraversa ancora la mia anima Come una scia di fuoco nella notte. Ricordo bene il suo sguardo. Il resto… Sì, il resto è solo una parvenza di vita.

And now I'm sleepy, because I think – I don't know why – that the meaning of it all is to sleep.

My isolation is not a search for happiness, which I do not have the heart to win, nor for peace, which one finds only when it will never more be lost; what I seek is sleep, extinction, a small surrender.

Right now I have so many fundamental thoughts, so many truly metaphysical things to say that I suddenly feel tired, and I've decided to write no more, think no more. I'll let the fever of saying put me to sleep instead, and with closed eyes I'll stroke, as if petting a cat, all that I might have said.

We are all of us the slaves of external circumstance: even at a table in some backstreet café, a sunny day can open up before us visions of wide fields; a shadow over the countryside can cause us to shrink inside ourselves, seeking uneasy shelter in the doorless house that is our self; and, even in the midst of daytime things, the arrival of darkness can open out, like a slowly spreading fan, a deep awareness of our need for rest.

E, por fim, tenho sono, porque, não sei porquê, acho que o sentido é dormir.

Adeus, Ophelinha. Durma e coma, e não perca gramas.

Eres la única forma que no produce hastío porque eres tornadiza con nuestro sentimiento, porque, como besas nuestra alegría, entretienes nuestro dolor y nuestro tedio y eres el opio que conforta y el sueño que nos hace descansar, y la muerte que cruza y junta las manos.

The essence of what I desire is simply this: to sleep away life. I love life too much to want it to be over; I love not living too much to have an active craving for life.

Freedom would mean rest, artistic achievement, the intellectual fulfillment of my being.

Sleep is fusion with God, Nirvana, however it be called.

Há momentos em que tudo cansa, até o que nos repousaria. O que nos cansa porque nos cansa; o que nos repousaria porque a ideia de o obter nos cansa.

El emperador Carlos v decía: "El resto de las ciudades son ciudades, sólo París es un mundo". En

We should not sleep to recover the energy expended when awake but rather wake occasionally to defecate the unwanted energy that sleep engenders.

When I reached the barrack I paid no attention to anything or anybody but went straight to a bed and lay on it and fell into a full and simple sleep. Compared with this sleep, death is a restive thing, peace is a clamour and darkness a burst of light.