Repose Quotes
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The repose of darkness is deeper on the water than on the land.
Victor Hugo
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Prayer is the only means of bringing about orderliness and peace and repose in our daily acts.
Mahatma Gandhi
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Philosophy is perfectly right in saying that life must be understood backward. But then one forgets the other clause - that it must be lived forward. The more one thinks through this clause, the more one concludes that life in temporality never becomes properly understandable, simply because never at any time does one get perfect repose to take the stance - backward.
Soren Kierkegaard
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The repose necessary to all beauty is repose, not of inanition, nor of luxury, nor of irresolution, but the repose of magnificent energy and being; in action, the calmness of trust and determination; in rest, the consciousness of duty accomplished and of victory won; and this repose and this felicity can take place as well in the midst of trial and tempest, as beside the waters of comfort.
John Ruskin
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Thus Gotama [Buddha] walked toward the town to gather alms, and the two samanas recognized him solely by the perfection of his repose, by the calmness of his figure, in which there was no trace of seeking, desiring, imitating, or striving, only light and peace.
Hermann Hesse
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Repose is as necessary in conversation as in a picture.
William Hazlitt
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Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe.
Emily Bronte
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Seek the silence frequently. Power comes from repose.
Charles F. Haanel
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The anxiety of falling in love could not find repose except in bed.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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It is not the placidity of stupid ease that we should covet, but the repose that is requisite for the renewal of exhausted strength, the serenity that succeeds the storm, and the salubrity that repays its ravages.
Elias Lyman Magoon
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Faith is not reason's labour, but repose.
Neil Young
Buffalo Springfield
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The earth covered with a sable pall as for the burial of yesterday; the clumps of dark trees, its giant plumes of funeral feathers, waving sadly to and fro: all hushed, all noiseless, and in deep repose, save the swift clouds that skim across the moon, and the cautious wind, as, creeping after them upon the ground, it stops to listen, and goes rustling on, and stops again, and follows, like a savage on the trail.
Charles Dickens