Place in his bosom of rest, all your inquietudes, and allow him to carry you, as a little child is borne by its mother.
"Letters of Madam Guyon"
P. L. Upham
Mira, endow'd with every charm to bless, Has no design, but on her husband's peace: He lov'd her much; and greatly was he mov'd At small inquietudes in her he lov'd.
"The Poetical Works of Edward Young, Volume 2"
Edward Young
But what could ever reconcile genius to its sufferings, its sacrifices, its fevered inquietudes, the intense labour which can alone produce what the shallow world deems the giant offspring of a momentary inspiration: what could ever reconcile it to these but the haughty and unquenchable consciousness of internal power; the hope which has the fulness of certainty that in proportion to the toil is the reward; the sanguine and impetuous anticipation of glory, which bursts the boundaries of time and space, and ranges immortality with a prophet's rapture?
"The Disowned, Complete"
Edward Bulwer-Lytton