Quotes About Respite

She was too tired to feel anything more, she wanted a book to do to her what books did: take away the world, slide it aside for a little bit, and let her please, please just be somewhere and somebody else.

In my Scandinavian-American family, we were conditioned never to sit, at least not comfortably. I was endlessly going back to work. We longed for the fleeting respite of being useful and regarded sleep as a reward for exhaustion, always to be deferred until after the sun goes down.

I take a week here. Maybe 10 days there. I never took a longer vacation than that.

Actually, between books is precisely when I do give myself vacations.

To escape from the weight of the world, I leave my body where it is, in conversation or at dinner, and walk through a series of winding streets to a house standing back from the road.

Hard working people stopping for a drink on the way to work.

As entertainment, fiction may offer momentary relief from the stresses of reality.

We already have a sabbatical system. It's called opposition, and I've had enough of it.

I'mjustsayingshe'dbeallright," he mumbled, subsiding.

Her writing was her only escape, her only means of survival. It was a respite from a cruel world, despite seemingly comfortable surroundings.

There was the horror of morning, underslept, feeling she was on the precipice of something that felt like mono, the day already galloping away from her, her chasing on foot, carrying her boots. Then the brief upward respite after a second cup of coffee, when all seemed possible, when

He could lose himself in a story, and for a little while it might make things bearable.

Yet this my comfort: when your words are done, My woes end likewise with the evening sun.

I believe that love that is true and real, creates a respite from death.

Una vez más, la nada parecía destino hospitalario para un demoledor de sus propias certezas. La nada era una prórroga, una tregua, una hipoteca.

Au bout d'un moment, l'enfant cessa de lutter et posa ses mains

Hooray! Hooray! The end of the world has been postponed!

Laughter is a salve. It's the best medicine around. Poet Pablo Neruda called it "the language of the soul." I know this to be a universal truth because I've seen this play out in every culture around the world. People find respite and release in laughter.

Her feet tingled. One whole hour to forget about the leaky kitchen sink, her father's retirement party, and her mother's relentless questions about it. She closed her eyes. One whole hour to completely unwind and indulge her thoughts in something beside caterers, plumbers, and homicide cases.

stop for a drink, which made him feel

Books are the best means—private, discreet, reliable—of overcoming reality.

So we may use our books to form a barricade against the world, interweaving their words with our own to ward off the heat of the day.

Memories particularly of when they weren't being what parents are nine-tenths of the time, the taskmasters, the examples, the moral authorities, the nags of pick-that-up and you're-going-to-be-late, keepers of the diary of her duties and routines, memories, rather, of when they found one another afresh, beyond the tensions between parental mastery and inept childish uncertainty, of those moments of respite in a family's life when they could reach one another in calm

As long as you're alive... ...you can't put life on hold like you can with a game-so that's why... ...those brief respites... ...when you can forget all the bitterness and pain... they let you take a breath... ...and calm your heart. If you don't give yourself that kind of time... ...living on just becomes, every so often-it gets to be too painful.