God is always in control. Don’t worry about the things you can’t control. Focus on what you can, and God will care for the rest.

Sometimes God lets you be in a situation that only He can fix so that you can see that He is the One who fixes it. Rest. He’s got it.

I just want to say, good night, sweet prince, may flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

Sleeping is nice. You forget about everything for a little while.

Every sunset is an opportunity to reset. Every sunrise begins with new eyes.

Every providence is God’s will; whatever happens, meet God in it in humble worship. Every precept is God’s will; meet God in it with loving obedience. Every promise is God’s will; meet God in it with full trust. A life in the will of God is rest and strength and blessing. [. . .]

The will of God must first live in us, if it is to be done by us.

Lay down. Lay down like an animal and wait.

Truck drivers are the only ones that know the best places to stop on the road.

And now I may dismiss my heroine to the sleepless couch, which is the true heroine’s portion – to a pillow strewed with thorns and wet with tears. And lucky may she think herself, if she get another good night’s rest in the course of the next three months.

I’m not always rude and sarcastic. Sometimes I’m asleep.

Lord, grant us rest tonight, and if we must be wakeful, cheerful.

When I am tired and overwhelmed then I remember that it’s OK to just take care of today.

Evil isn’t prejudiced. It doesn’t care what you look like; it just wants a place to rest. It’s up to you whether you give it that place.

A good writer knew when not to write. Anybody could type. Not that I was a good typist; also I couldn’t spell and I didn’t know grammar. But I knew when not to write. It was like fucking. You had to rest the godhead now and then.

When the world careens out of control, we can rest in the fact that God spun this world with a simple word. Matter from emptiness. Beauty from void. Community from chaos.

Really wishing that this pillow was your chest to rest my head on. Goodnight babe.

I’m going to leave that up for the rest of the semester.

Lying in bed and reading felt pleasantly familiar.

And then I was asleep. That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep, that sleep that is not particularly restful but is difficult to wake from all the same.

Many things that human words have upset are set at rest again by the silence of animals. Animals move through the world like a caravan of silence. A whole world, that of nature and that of animals, is filled with silence. Nature and animals seem like protuberances of silence. The silence of animals and the silence of nature would not be so great and noble if it were merely a failure of language to materialize. Silence has been entrusted to the animals and to nature as something created for its own sake.

My love, there is nothing more relaxing and peaceful than the silence of the early mornings. Rise and enjoy nature! Good Morning!

The apartment was built at the edge of a high cliff so that when you looked out the back window it seemed as if you were twelve floors up instead of four. It was very much like living on the edge of the world – a last resting place before the final big drop.

“Manny, what are you doing working in auto parts?”
“Resting. My ambition is handicapped by laziness.”

I can rest in the fact that God is in control. Which means I can face things that are out of my control and not act out of control.

A driver must know when to pullover. Even if there is a delivery to make, a power nap is in order but not in the sleeper berth if there is work to be done.

The sun is up, the rest is up to you!

Have a rest because your truck knows everything.

I’ve had such bad insomnia the sleep cops have issued a warrant for my rest.

I ran in the house and I fell in a heap.
I needed my rest, but I just couldn’t sleep…
I tossed and I flipped and I

When your body begins to enter and remain in a state of relaxation and rest, it is no longer in a state where it consumes resources but in a state where it can regenerate itself, even without sleep.

I won’t take a real nap. I have this halfway place, a rest stop on the road to sleep, where I can stay for hours. I don’t even need to close my eyes, just stay safe under the covers and breathe.

So often we say, ‘You need to sleep when your baby sleeps’ but that’s never the case. When your baby is sleeping, you’re trying to get everything else done.

I would never sleep. I knew that. Not with my blood ringing in my ears, and my heart beating an angry staccato rhythm in my chest. I would never relax.

I haven’t been to sleep for over a year. That’s why I go to bed early. One needs more rest if one doesn’t sleep.

Right now, our model is the culture of exhaustion. We need to be exhausted before we can fall asleep, so we keep pushing and pushing ourselves. But if a society can’t rest, how can it sleep?

Don’t work too hard. I want you to have plenty of energy for me.

God’s creation is a life-giving inhale for all of us, and Sabbath is the exhale.

There was no social ritual to indicate that I had undergone a major life event. No forty days of rest as after childbirth, no forty days of mourning after death. There was no symbolic act of closure. Like the divorce, the absence of closure would be a unique cross for me to bear.