Leigh Hunt Quotes

O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.

I'm never happier than in the bed.

Let the weary at length possess quiet rest.

Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.

Sleep knits up the raveled sleeve of care.

I'm tired. I'm going back to bed.

Blessed are the sleepy ones: for they shall soon drop off.

He wants only to rest and to have a little peace.

There are moments when all anxiety and stated toil are becalmed in the infinite leisure and repose of nature.

The nicest thing for me is sleep, then at least I can dream.

I like to relax.

'O sleep, O gentle sleep,' I thought gratefully, 'Nature's soft nurse!'

I would rather be lying in a bed than changing one.

How great is it to just rest and be happy and not move when you don't have to.

When I'm home, I'm relaxed.

In reality, everyone is good in bed. Close eyes. Shutdown brain. Pause as necessary. Restart brain. Open eyes. What's there to not be good at? Bed is the one place where laziness is rewarded.

I spent 10 days on the beach and slept pretty much all day, every day. It was the perfect place to have a rest.

Soft closer of our eyes! Low murmur of tender lullabies!

She had had sweet dreams, which possibly arose from the fact that her little bed was very white.

I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.

Happiness is waking up, looking at the clock and finding that you still have two hours left to sleep.

Let others, worn with living / And living's aftermath, / Take Sleep to heal the heart's distress, / Take Love to be their comfortress, / Take Song or Food or Fancy Dress, / But I shall take a Bath.

'I don't need very much now,' said the boy, 'just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very tired.' 'Well,' said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could, "well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting. Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest.'And the boy did. And the tree was happy.

I often paint tranquility. If you stop thinking and rest, then a little happiness comes into your mind. At perfect rest you are comfortable.

Naps are nature's way of reminding you that life is nice, like a beautiful swinging hammock strung between birth and infinity.