Henry James Quotes

If ever you do go back, what is it you want of Evesham?" "Do I know? [...] The silence, it might be ... or the stillness. To have no more running to do ... to have arrived, and have no more need to run. The appetite changes. Now I think it would be a beautiful thing to be still.

Sleep is a hint of lovely oblivion.

Life is stressful,dear. That's why they say "rest in peace.

Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace;Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,While the stars burn, the moons increase,And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet;Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.

Sleep, Silence's child, sweet father of soft rest, Prince whose approach peace to all mortals brings Indifferent host to shepherds and kings Sole comforter to minds with grief oppressed.

Come to the woods, for here is rest.

Sweet sleep fell upon his eyelids, unwakeful, most pleasant, the nearest like death.

And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave.

And hie him home, at evening's close, To sweet repast and calm repose.

I think people should maybe just go out into the garden and watch a ladybug crawl across a flower and relax their mind. That's about all you need to know about life, I think.

I think a nap or a rest overnight is great. But who needs three days of rest? Please! The second day, you might die.

In all things rest is sweet; there is sur feit even in honey, even in Aphrodite s lovely flowers.

The moment comes when the great nurse, death, takes a human, the child, by the hand and quietly says, "It is time to go home. Night is coming. It is your bedtime, child of earth. Come; you're tired. Lie down at last in the quiet nursery of nature and sleep. Sleep well. The day is gone. Stars shine in the canopy of eternity."

Why dost thou shrink from my approach, O Man? Why dost thou ever flee in fear, and cling To my false rival, Life? I do but bring Thee rest and calm. Then wherefore dost thou ban And curse me? Since the forming of God's plan I have not hurt or harmed a mortal thing, I have bestowed sweet balm for every sting, And peace eternal for earth's stormy span.

The atmosphere breathes rest and comfort, and the many chambers seem full of welcomes.

I am tired, I want to go home. I want to continue my art work, I want to plant a garden, I want to walk in the forest, I want to walk in the fields, I just want to lie down on the grass and feel the sun against my skin. I want to be able to hold my family close to me and not have someone tell me time's up.

When I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes.

Sleep just a while longer, that's it, where else can you go where you neither suffer nor cause suffering.

Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods.

Sleep, thou repose of all things; sleep, thou gentlest of the deities; thou peace of the mind, from which care flies; who doest soothe the hearts of men wearied with the toils of the day, and refittest them for labor.

You don't need a vacation when there's nothing to escape from.

Sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.