Dormancy Quotes

Here, indeed, was his one really notable talent. He slept more than any other President, whether by day or by night ... Nero fiddled, but Coolidge only snored ... He had no ideas, and he was not a nuisance.

Compared with what we ought to be, we are only half awake. Our fires are damped, our drafts are checked. We are making use of only a small part of our possible mental and physical resources.

Love winter when the plant says nothing.

June, July, all through the warm months she hibernated like a winter animal who did not know spring had come and gone.

The tree does not die, it waits.

Idleness is the sepulchre of a living man.

Inactivity is death.

Civilization is the world with its leg asleep.

If you act, you show character; if you sit still, you show it; if you sleep you show it.

Winter is the night of vegetation.

If you look in the animal world, many, many organisms will enter into states of suspended animation.

Resting on your laurels is as dangerous as resting when you are walking in the snow. You doze off and die in your sleep.

It is nought good a sleping hound to wake.

Please, a definition: A hibernation is a covert preparation for a more overt action.

Hibernation is a covert preparation for a more overt action.

I believe that when things are easy, people stay dormant.

Something had been buried that was not yet dead.

Of all the seasons, winter is the most conducive to the great art of dormancy. This art requires an appreciation of semi-consciousness: the beautiful and necessary prelude to sleep - a special pleasure in itself that is all too often neglected, under-valued or looked down upon.

A seed, after all, is an embryo, a potential plant waiting for its moment to grow. It has what it needs to begin. But it can also put itself on pause. It can wait.

A mist. A great mist. It covered the entire kingdom. And everyone in it - the good people and the not so good, the young people and the not-so-young, and even Briar Rose's mother and father fell asleep. Everyone slept: lords and ladies, teacher and tummlers, dogs and doves, rabbits and rabbitzen and all kinds of citizens. So fast asleep they were, they were not able to wake up for a hundred years.

You can't learn anything from saguaro cactus, from ocotillo. They are just passing through; their roots, their much heralded dormancy in the dry season, these are only illusions of permanence. They know even less than you do.

Horizontality is a desire to give up, to sleep. Verticality is an attempt to escape. Hanging and floating are states of ambivalence.

Moss grows where nothing else can grow. It grows on bricks. It grows on tree bark and roofing slate. It grows in the Arctic Circle and in the balmiest tropics; it also grows on the fur of sloths, on the backs of snails, on decaying human bones. ... It is a resurrection engine. A single clump of mosses can lie dormant and dry for forty years at a stretch, and then vault back again into life with a mere soaking of water.

It's cold and it's winter and the world has gone to sleep

Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath, for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.