Disquiet

When life has been well spent; when there is a conscience without reproach; when there is faith in the Saviour; when there is a well-founded hope of heaven, there can be nothing that should disquiet us.

Manzoni notes that when news of the sickness reached the city “anyone might suppose that there would be a general stir of disquiet, a clamor for precautions of some kind [whatever their real value] to be taken ... But one of the few points about which all the memoirs of the time agree is that there was nothing of the kind ... Anyone who mentioned the danger of the pestilence, whether in the streets, the shops or in private houses — anyone who even mentioned the word ‘plague’ — was greeted with incredulous mockery or angry contempt.”

But the bill must still be passed by the lower house and half of all state legislatures before it turns into law. That task may not be easy, given the staunch opposition of these parties and growing disquiet among other lawmakers.

My journey had been my own suggestion, and Elizabeth therefore acquiesced, but she was filled with disquiet at the idea of my suffering, away from her, the inroads of misery and grief.

Every house has its skeleton in it somewhere, and it may be a comfort to some unhappy folks to think that the luckier and most wealthy of their neighbours have their miseries and causes of disquiet.

I wish to say in regard to the alleged matter of disquiet in this Church, that when I received the postal card that was sent, I suppose, to all the clergy of the Church, I could not but feel in my heart that the three distinguished gentlemen who signed that postal card, or whose names were attached to it, and put it forth, were disquieting the Church much more than the Prayer-Book.

I pray you huſband be not ſo diſquiet. / The meate was well, if you were ſo contented.

How rare is it for men to get their lot in the world brought up to their deſire? but are ſtill at ſome jar with their preſent condition, ſo that oft there needs no more to turn men discontent but the thought of ſome lot, which they apprehend more ſatiſfying than their own, the want whereof turns them more diſquiet than all their enjoyments are pleaſing; […]

From this place it was that i uſed to go often to view my boat; and now i ſhall relate a thing that gave me the moſt diſquiet of any thing i had ever met with, ſince my firſt coming into the iſland. […] [O]ne day, as i was going to my boat, as uſual, i perceived on the ſand, the print of a man's naked foot, and had i ſeen an apparition, i could not have been more terrified.

My vina breaks out in a strange disquiet measure, / My heart to-day is tremulous with the heart-throbs of the world.