Peace and rest at length have come, All the day's long toil is past; And each heart is whispering, "Home, Home at last!"
Sleep is no mean art.
Rest, rest, rest, rest, rest. Nutrition is obviously very important, but rest is equally important. At rest is when your body is trying to recover.
...and sank into the profound slumber which comes only to such fortunate folk as are troubled neither with mosquitoes nor fleas nor excessive activity of brain.
I am convinced that during bouts of insomnia, I have sometimes slept without knowing it.
So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be!
The restful alertness response reverses the aging process.
Not even the deepest sleep will give you such a rest as meditation can. The mind goes on jumping even in deepest sleep. Just those few moments in meditation your brain has almost stopped. ... You forget the body. ... You feel such pleasure in it. You become so light. This perfect rest we will get in meditation.
You can't imagine what a pleasure this complete laziness is to me: not a thought in my brain- you might send a ball rolling through it!
I sleep placidly.
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.
Riches have never yet given anybody either peace or rest.
The serpent, the king, the tiger, the stinging wasp, the small child, the dog owned by other people, and the fool: these seven ought not to be awakened from sleep.
In Sleep we lie all naked and alone, in Sleep we are united at the heart of night and darkness, and we are strange and beautiful asleep; for we are dying the darkness and we know no death.
A rested face is a beautiful face. However you can, find your place of rest and peace.
All sense of hearing and of sight enfold in the serene delight and quietude of sleep.
