Quotes About Rest

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Augustine of Hippo
“Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it finds its rest in thee.”
Augustine of Hippo, Confessions

Leo Tolstoy
“A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one's neighbor — such is my idea of happiness.”
Leo Tolstoy, Family Happiness

Maya Angelou
“Every person needs to take one day away.  A day in which one consciously separates the past from the future.  Jobs, family, employers, and friends can exist one day without any one of us, and if our egos permit us to confess, they could exist eternally in our absence.  Each person deserves a day away in which no problems are confronted, no solutions searched for.  Each of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will not withdraw from us.”
Maya Angelou, Wouldn't Take Nothing for My Journey Now

Brenda Joyce
“I am strong, but I am tired, Stephen, tired of always having to be the strong one, of always having to do the right thing.”
Brenda Joyce, An Impossible Attraction

Jarod Kintz
“You can never be too early to stand around and wait. You can have a seat in this chair, after I cinch the noose around my neck and you kick it out from under my legs.”
Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not FOR SALE

Thomas à Kempis
“In omnibus requiem quaesivi, et nusquam inveni nisi in angulo cum libro.

(Everywhere I have sought peace and not found it, except in a corner with a book.)
Thomas à Kempis

A tornado is the ultimate coffee grinder. Just add water, and you’ll wake the whole
“A tornado is the ultimate coffee grinder. Just add water, and you’ll wake the whole trailer park.”
Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not FOR SALE

John Lubbock
“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.”
John Lubbock, The Use Of Life

William Wordsworth
“Rest and be thankful.”
William Wordsworth

Jarod Kintz
“I am restless when I rest. I sleep like I’m engaged in an invisible wrestling match. Naturally, I almost always win.”
Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not FOR SALE

Jarod Kintz
“The Chair


I’m writing to you, who made the archaic wooden chair
look like a throne while you sat on it.

Amidst your absence, I choose to sit on the floor,
which is dusty as a dry Kansas day.

I am stoic as a statue of Buddha,
not wanting to bother the old wooden chair,

which has been silent now for months.
In this sunlit moment I think of you.

I can still picture you sitting there--
your forehead wrinkled like an un-ironed shirt,

the light splashed on your face,
like holy water from St. Joseph’s.

The chair, with rounded curves
like that of a full-figured woman,

seems as mellow as a monk in prayer.
The breeze blows from beyond the curtains,

as if your spirit has come back to rest.
Now a cloud passes overhead,

and I hush, waiting to hear what rests
so heavily on the chair’s lumbering mind.

Do not interrupt, even if the wind offers to carry
your raspy voice like a wispy cloud.”
Jarod Kintz, A Letter to Andre Breton, Originally Composed on a Leaf of Lettuce With an Ink-dipped Carrot

Jarod Kintz
“I’m so restless when I rest that I make sleepwalkers look like statues. If The Thinker could run 26.2 miles, it would need a baseball glove to catch me.”
Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not FOR SALE

Beatrix Potter
“I cannot rest, I must draw, however poor the result, and when I have a bad time come over me it is a stronger desire than ever.”
Beatrix Potter

Karen Quan
“I'll sleep forever and meet you in my dreams; it'll hurt less anyway. But the pain of losing you was worth the pleasure of having you, and I rest in bed knowing you'll know for the rest of your life what you are missing.
-Karen Quan and Jarod Kintz”
Karen Quan, liQUID PROse QUOtes

Kenneth Grahame
“After all, the best part of a holiday is perhaps not so much to be resting yourself, as to see all the other fellows busy working.”
Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

Elisabeth Elliot
“Work is a blessing. God has so arranged the world that work is necessary, and He gives us hands and strength to do it. The enjoyment of leisure would be nothing if we had only leisure. It is the joy of work well done that enables us to enjoy rest, just as it is the experiences of hunger and thirst that make food and drink such pleasures.”
Elisabeth Elliot, Discipline: The Glad Surrender

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Day is Done

The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.

I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me
That my soul cannot resist:

A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.

Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.

Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.

For, like strains of martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;
And to-night I long for rest.

Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;

Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.

Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.

Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.

And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Belfry of Bruges and Other Poems

Emily Brontë
“But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm's length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I'll rest.”
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“Silence

It has a sound, a fullness.
It's heavy with sigh of tree,
and space between breaths.
It's ripe with pause between birdsong
and crash of surf.
It's golden they say.
But no one tells us it's addictive.”
Angela Long

Shirley Conran
“I make no secret of the fact that I would rather lie on a sofa than sweep beneath it.”
Shirley Conran

Stephen King
“A change is as good as a rest.”
Stephen King, Hearts in Atlantis

Roger Zelazny
“Of all the things a man may do, sleep probably contributes most to keeping him sane. It puts brackets about each day. If you do something foolish or painful today, you get irritated if somebody mentions it, today. If it happened yesterday, though, you can nod or chuckle, as the case may be. You've crossed through nothingness or dream to another island in Time.”
Roger Zelazny, Isle of the Dead

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
“Wild dreams torment me as I lie. And though a god lives in my heart, though all my power waken at his word, though he can move my every inmost part - yet nothing in the outer world is stirred. thus by existence tortured and oppressed I crave for death, I long for rest.”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust, Part One

Blaise Pascal
“Men seek rest in a struggle against difficulties; and when they have conquered these, rest becomes insufferable.”
Blaise Pascal, Pensées

Jarod Kintz
“In bed, I could climb in, if you ever rest. Then I could mount you like Everest.”
Jarod Kintz, Seriously delirious, but not at all serious

“Rest and be thankful.”
William Wadsworth

Alan Cohen
“There is virtue in work and there is virtue in rest. Use both and overlook neither.”
Alan Cohen

Mark Buchanan
“Most of the things we need to be most fully alive never come in busyness. They grow in rest.”
Mark Buchanan, The Holy Wild: Trusting in the Character of God

Lynne Sharon Schwartz
“My head aches, my eyes burn, my arms and legs have given up, and my face in the mirror has a grayish cast. The bed, across the room, calls in its unmistakable lover's croon, Come to me, come, only I can make you truly happy, oh, how happy I'll make you, don't resist, remember how you moan with pleasure the instant we touch.....

Laura Acosta”
Lynne Sharon Schwartz, Fatigue Artist

Rick Riordan
“All right,’ Nico relented. ‘Maybe a little …’ He managed to take off his aviator jacket and wad it into a pillow before he keeled over and began to snore.”
Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus

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