Andrea Barrett Quotes

When you're in bed, you're dead

I love silence. But I usually only listen to that when I'm sleeping.

Sleep: the stepchild of Death.

See, the night doth enfold us! See, all the world lies sleeping!

Turn on its noiseless hinges, delicate sleep!

Midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence.

Death-counterfeiting sleep.

Being still and doing nothing are two completely different things

There is no music in a “rest” that I know of, but there's the making of music in it. And people are always missing that part of the life melody.

Prayer is like a secret garden made up of silence and rest and inwardness. But there are a thousand and one doors into this garden and we all have to find our own.

Whispering can be a rest from a noisy world of words.

In every sound, the hidden silence sleeps.

I put a lot of time and effort into the exercise I get, the amount of rest and sleep I get, and the amount I eat. And I think those three things are really kind of my wellness and health foundation.

The first thing he noticed was how quiet it was. This was nothing like the kind of quiet he heard when he woke up in the middle of the night after a bad dream. When that happened, there were always strange, unidentifiable sounds seeping into his room from the tiny gaps where the windowpanes weren't sealed together correctly. At those moments he could always tell there was life outside, even if all that life was fast asleep. It was a silence that wasn't silence at all.

I said some words to the close and holy darkness and then I slept.

Ah, yes, the sea is still and deep, All things within its bosom sleep! A single step, and all is o'er, A plunge, a bubble, and no more.

There,” she said softly. “Now he could be sleeping.

Silence is like a cradle holding our endeavors and our will; a silent spaciousness sustains us in our work and at the same time connects us to larger worlds that, in the busyness of our daily struggle to achieve, we have not yet investigated. Silence is the soul's break for freedom.

In the corridors under tehre is nothing but sleep. And stiller than ever on orchard boughs they keep Tryst with the moon, and deep is the silence, deep On moon-washed apples of wonder.

Night, having Sleep, the brother of Death.

The silence between the notes is the good part for me. I find that to be a very important part of music that is often lacking.

A grave, on which to rest from singing?

Silence, nothing is better.

The man who uses intelligence with respect to his diet, his sleeping habits and who exercises properly, is beyond any question of doubt taking the very best preventive medicines provided so freely and abundantly by nature