There have been days when I sought respite from my life, only to find myself calling every hour to check on it. — Robert Breault Copy Share Image
“Is a few hours of hell-raising, or respite from life's toil worth this every morning?” — Catherine Lockwood Copy Share Image
What was sleep? A blessing, a respite from life, an echo of death, a demanding nuisance? — Colleen McCullough Copy Share Image
