I hibernate. I hibernate until the next project takes shape in my mind.
The rest and the spell of sleep in the middle of the day refresh the human frame far more than a long night. We were not made by Nature to work, or even to play, from eight o'clock in the morning till midnight. We throw a strain upon our system which is unfair and improvident. For every purpose of business or pleasure, mental or physical, we ought to break our days and our marches into two.
Our minds must relax: they will rise better and keener after rest. Just as you must not force fertile farmland, as uninterrupted productivity will soon exhaust it, so constant effort will sap our mental vigour, while a short period of rest and relaxation will restore our powers. Unremitting effort leads to a kind of mental dullness and lethargy.
Blessed be he who invented sleep, a cloak that covers all a man's thoughts.
The timely dew of sleep.
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.
When I go home, all I wanna do is just sleep and eat.
Sleep, rest of nature, O sleep, most gentle of the divinities, peace of the soul, thou at whose presence care disappears, who soothest hearts wearied with daily employments, and makest them strong again for labour!
When I'm too worn out or in pain, I lie in bed and write in my mind.
Some people feel stronger in their 30s. I'm 34. I've noticed I do feel stronger now than when I was 24. But I'm also more sore in the mornings. If I have a bump or a bruise from practice, it takes me a little bit more than just an ice bath to get rid of it. At the end of the week, my body's ready for a day off.
I have to recognize that my voice is attached to my body, which gets tired.
Interestingly, God's remedy for Elijah's depression was not a refresher course in theology but food and sleep... Before God spoke to him at all, Elijah was fed twice and given a good chance to sleep. Only then, and very gently, did God confront him with his error. This is always God's way. Having made us as human beings, He respects our humanness and treats us with integrity. That is, He treats us true to the truth of who we are. It is human beings and not God who have made spirituality impractical.
What was sleep? A blessing, a respite from life, an echo of death, a demanding nuisance?
Periods of wholesome laziness, after days of energetic effort, will wonderfully tone up the mind and body.
I stay out too late, got nothing in my brain.
I took a little celebrational nap.
Sleep. It's like giving yourself a massage.
I rest a bit more when I keep. The only thing I have to look after is my back and using different muscle groups.
It was the forty-fathom slumber that clears the soul and eye and heart, and sends you to breakfast ravening.
It's only worth staying in bed if you're young and in good company.
Come Sleep! Oh Sleep, the certain knot of peace, the baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, the poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, the indifferent judge between the high and low.
