Anne Morrow Lindbergh Quotes
It takes as much courage to have tried and failed as it does to have tried and succeeded.
By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class.
The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach - waiting for a gift from the sea.
Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.
A simple enough pleasure, surely, to have breakfast alone with one's husband, but how seldom married people in the midst of life achieve it.
My passport photo is one of the most remarkable photographs I have ever seen- no retouching, no shadows, no flattery-just stark me.
Don't wish me happiness - I don't expect to be happy it's gotten beyond that, somehow. Wish me courage and strength and a sense of humor - I will need them all.
When one is a stranger to oneself then one is estranged from others too. If one is out of touch with oneself, then one cannot touch others. Only when one is connected to one's own core is.
Geniuses were like storms or cyclones, pulling everything into their path, sticks and stones and dust.
Those fields of daisies we landed on, and dusty fields and desert stretches. Memories of many skies and earths beneath us - many days, many nights of stars.
For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair.
Good communication is just as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after.
...the only continuity possible in life, as in love, is in growth, in fluidity - in freedom. The only real security is... living in the present and accepting it as it is now.
The most exhausting thing in life, I have discovered, is being insincere. That is why so much of social life is exhausting; one is wearing a mask. I have shed my mask.
Arranging a bowl of flowers in the morning can give a sense of quiet in a crowded day - like writing a poem or saying a prayer.
Everything today has been heavy and brown. Bring me a Unicorn to ride about the town.
One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach. One can collect only a few, and they are more beautiful if they are few.
Flying was a very tangible freedom. In those days, it was beauty, adventure, discovery - the epitome of breaking into new worlds.
If you surrender completely to the moments as they pass, you live more richly those moments.
One learns first of all in beach living the art of shedding; how little one can get along with, not how much.
The web of marriage is made by propinquity, in the day to day living side by side, looking outward in the same direction. It is woven in space and in time of the substance of life itself.
Perhaps middle-age is, or should be, a period of shedding shells; the shell of ambition, the shell of material accumulations and possessions, the shell of the ego.
Forsythia is pure joy. There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness or even knowledge in forsythia. Pure, undiluted, untouched joy.
Nothing feeds the center of being so much as creative work. The curtain of mechanization has come down between the mind and the hand.
Can one make the future a substitute for the present? And what guarantee have we that the future will be any better if we neglect the present?
Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.
The punctuation of anniversaries is terrible, like the closing of doors, one after another between you and what you want to hold on to.
There is no harvest for the heart alone. The seed of love must be eternally re-sown.
For sleep, one needs endless depths of blackness to sink into; daylight is too shallow, it will not cover one.
the final lesson of learning to be independent - widowhood ... is the hardest lesson of all.
there is no sin punished more implacably by nature than the sin of resistance to change.
Not knowing how to feed the spirit, we try to muffle its demands in distraction...What matters is that one be for a time inwardly attentive.
It is only in solitude that I ever find my own core.
I must write it all out, at any cost. Writing is thinking. It is more than living, for it is being conscious of living.
Only when one is connected to one's own core is one connected to others, I am beginning to discover. And, for me, the core, the inner spring, can best be refound through solitude.
One can never pay in gratitude; one can only pay 'in kind' somewhere else in life.
I find there is a quality to being alone that is incredibly precious. Life rushes back into the void, richer, more vivid, fuller than before.
Love is a force. . . . It is not a result; it is a cause. It is not a product. It is a power, like money, or steam or electricity. It is valueless unless you can give something else by means of it.
Only when a tree has fallen can you take the measure of it. It is the same with a man.