Quotes About Siesta

In the depths of the siesta amorous doves called huskily;

In the drowsy heat of the summer afternoon the Red House was taking its siesta. There was a lazy murmur of bees in the flower-borders, a gentle cooing of pigeons in the tops of the elms. From

In the drowsy heat of the summer afternoon the Red House was taking its siesta. There was a lazy murmur of bees in the flower-borders, a gentle cooing of pigeons in the tops of the elms. From distant lawns came the whir of a mowing-machine, that most restful of all country sounds; making ease the sweeter in that it is taken while others are working.

If you look at how humans tend to want to sleep, it seems to be either, you know, sort of a monophasic way or at least a biphasic way, where there's, perhaps, a long bout during the night and then maybe a siesta-like pattern during the day.

Is it the shadow itself that looks out through our eyes at midday? Small wonder that so many traditional peoples give themselves over to siesta, and sleep, for an hour or two at this time, letting their tissues and organs respond to this interior visitation by the night, allowing the many cells or souls within them to be tutored by the darkness that has taken temporary refuge within their flesh.

The easiest way to reduce this waste problem is not to generate heat; in other words, keep still and don't work. Hence such social adaptations as the siesta, which is designed to keep people inactive in the heat of midday. In British India, the saying had it, only mad dogs and Englishmen went out in the noonday sun. The natives knew better.

It was always intriguing that flies had two peaks of activity, in the morning and evening, with a siesta during the day and not very much activity at night. There are several ways to explain that, but one possibility was that there were two clocks running - one governing the morning peak and one governing the evening peak.

if a presenter makes a factual error, it is your responsibility to go on record. Remember, you are being paid to attend the meeting, which is not meant to be a siesta in the midst of an otherwise busy day. Regard attendance at the meeting for what it is: work.

It was siesta time, which in Jealousy usually lasted from late morning until early evening.

It was the middle of the day, and the heat was so brutal it was enforcing a de facto siesta on the whole town.

Es mediodía. El viento duerme, cargado de su propia fragancia, en el jardín.

We should have abided by our larval condition, dispensed with evolution, remained incomplete, delighting in the elemental siesta and calmly consuming ourselves in an embryonic ecstasy.

His poorly constituted blood has allowed the infiltration of uncertainties, approximations, problems; his wavering vitality, the intrusion of question marks and exclamation points. How define the virus which, eroding his somnolence, has stunned him with insomnia among the universal siesta?

The siesta provides a delightful detour from the working day and it also has a practical value as far as productivity is concerned. Winston Churchill had a good long siesta every day during the Second World War, and he said it was the thing that enabled him to cope with the pressure.

I love being able to take a nap in the afternoon.

I like the light that comes off metal shutters at siesta time in the summer, having a break from driving in the shops at motorway services, the odour of petrol at petrol stations, rolling down little slopes. I hate it when you tread in a puddle and the water soaks your socks.

Eran días de grandes calores, con los mendocinos atontados de bochorno, durmiendo siestas hasta las seis de la tarde.

Since the first minute, I fell in love with Spain - the people, the way of life, the food. I have kept up the late dinners, the siesta, and most of the television I watch is Spanish.

I love an afternoon nap.

Sometimes you need to give dishes a nap.

I'm a great napper. I nap in a lot of places.

I'm a big fan of naps.

There is more refreshment and stimulation in a nap, even of the briefest, than in all the alcohol ever distilled.

You change between teeth and desire into nothing but cool light that loosens into a stream that touched us singing. And thus you don't weigh us down in the burning siesta hour, you don't weigh us down, you just go by and your great heart like a cold ember changed into the water of a single drop. — Pablo Neruda, from "Ode to a Watermelon," Full Woman, Fleshly Apple, Hot Moon: Selected Poems of Pablo Neruda (HarperFlamingo, 1997)