Quotes
Quotes about Rest
I don't believe in princerple,
But oh I du in interest.
Though old the thought and oft exprest,
'T is his at last who says it best.
Work first and then rest.
Time may restore us in his course
Goethe's sage mind and Byron's force;
But where will Europe's latter hour
Again find Wordsworth's healing power?
Love is that orbit of the restless soul
Whose circle grazes the confines of space,
Bounding within the limits of its race
Utmost extremes.
Life's race well run,
Life's work well done,
Life's victory won,
Now cometh rest.
Joy is like restless day; but peace divine
Like quiet night;
Lead me, O Lord,--till perfect Day shall shine
Through Peace to Light.
The bravest are the tenderest,--
The loving are the daring.
Two hands upon the breast,
And labour's done;
Two pale feet crossed in rest,
The race is won.
God's rarest blessing is, after all, a good woman.
With a higher moral nature will come a restriction on the multiplication of the inferior.
We hear the wail of the remorseful winds
In their strange penance. And this wretched orb
Knows not the taste of rest; a maniac world,
Homeless and sobbing through the deep she goes.
We are the voices of the wandering wind,
Which moan for rest and rest can never find;
Lo! as the wind is, so is mortal life,
A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife.
These heroes are dead. They died for liberty--they died for us. They are at rest. They sleep in the land they made free, under the flag they rendered stainless, under the solemn pines, the sad hemlocks, the tearful willows, the embracing vines. They sleep beneath the shadows of the clouds, careless alike of sunshine or storm, each in the windowless palace of rest. Earth may run red with other wars--they are at peace. In the midst of battles, in the roar of conflict, they found the serenity of death.
Rest springs from strife and dissonant chords beget
Divinest harmonies.
"Learn while you're young," he often said,
"There is much to enjoy, down here below;
Life for the living, and rest for the dead!"
Said the jolly old pedagogue, long ago.
Wert thou more fickle than the restless sea,
Still should I love thee, knowing thee for such.
Bend low, O dusky Night,
And give my spirit rest,
Hold me to your deep breast,
And put old cares to flight.
Give back the lost delight
That once my soul possest,
When Love was loveliest.
That was indeed to live--
At one bold swoop to wrest
From darkling death the best
That Death to Life can give!
He smiled a kind of sickly smile and curled up on the floor
And the subsequent proceedings interested him no more.
I haf von funny leedle poy
Vot comes schust to mine knee;
Der queerest schap, der createst rogue,
As ever you dit see.
He runs und schumps and schmashes dings
In all barts off der house:
But vot off dot? He vas mine son,
Mine leedle Yawcob Strauss.
The crest and crowning of all good,
Life's final star, is Brotherhood.
Often faltering feet
Come surest to the goal.
I say the very things that make the greatest Stir
An' the most interestin' things, are things that did n't occur.
The gods despise enforcèd offerings.
When the heart brings its dearest and its last
Then only will they hear--if then, if then!
