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“What had been quiet and restful was now silent and empty.”
― Frederick Barthelme, Elroy Nights

“Let the night take you. Let the stars evaporate into your dreams. Let sleep be the only comfort for you to believe.”
― Anthony Liccione

“Maybe the reason that I always need to rest is that I’m constantly trying to create a place where I can rest. And once I rest in the fact that I can’t create a place like that, maybe I’ll finally look for the God who already has.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Stand like a restful mountain in front of people so that they can realise the foolish complexities and the meaningless fusses in their lives and thus find some peace in your tranquillity!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Ever since she was a young girl, [Patricia Highsmith] had felt an extraordinary empathy for animals, particularly cats. The creatures, she said, 'provide something for writers that humans cannot: companionship that makes no demands or intrusions, that is as restful and ever-changing as a tranquil sea that barely moves'. Her affection for cats was 'a constant as was feline companionship wherever her domestic situation permitted,' says Kingsley. 'As for animals in general, she saw them as individual personalities often better behaved, and endowed with more dignity and honesty than humans. Cruelty to or neglect of any helpless living creature could turn her incandescent with rage.' Janice Robertson remembers how [...] Highsmith was walking through the streets of Soho when she saw a wounded pigeon lying in the gutter. 'Pat decided there and then that this pigeon should be rescued,' says Janice. 'Although I think Roland persuaded her that it was past saving, she really was distraught. She couldn't bear to see animals hurt.' Bruno Sager, Highsmith's carer at the end of her life, recalls the delicacy with which the writer would take hold of a spider which had crawled into the house, making sure to deposit it safely in her garden. 'For her human beings were strange - she thought she would never understand them - and perhaps that is why she liked cats and snails so much,' he says.”
― Andrew Wilson, Patricia Highsmith, ζωή στο σκοτάδι

“just find your way, like a river settling into its bed, and the sigh of the wind over a lake, light but restful... content with the joy in the arc of an arm throwing a ball for a dog to fetch”
― Jay Woodman

“I like answers, but sometimes ignorance was more restful.”
― Daniel Thorman, Calamity at Conclave