Quotes by Anne Morrow Lindbergh
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Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.
Good communication is just as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after.
I have been overcome by the beauty and richness of our life together, those early mornings setting out, those evenings gleaming with rivers and lakes below us, still holding the last light.
Travelers are always discoverers, especially those who travel by air. There are no signposts in the sky to show a man has passed that way before. There are no channels marked. The flier breaks each second into new uncharted seas.
The wave of the future is coming and there is no fighting it.
Certain springs are tapped only when we are alone. Women need solitude in order to find again the true essence of themselves; that firm strand which will be the indispensable center of a whole web of human relationships.
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.
I believe that what woman resents is not so much giving herself in pieces as giving herself purposelessly.
Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath, for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.
The intellectual is constantly betrayed by his vanity. Godlike he blandly assumes that he can express everything in words whereas the things one loves, lives, and dies for are not, in the last analysis completely expressible in words.
If you surrender completely to the moments as they pass, you live more richly those moments.
It takes as much courage to have tried and failed as it does to have tried and succeeded.
My passport photo is one of the most remarkable photographs I have ever seen --- no retouching, no shadows, no flattery --- just stark me.
Only with winter-patience can we bring The deep desired, long-awaited spring.
The most exhausting thing you can do is to be inauthentic.
One could sit still and look at life from the air; that was it. And I was conscious again of the fundamental magic of flying, a miracle that has nothing to do with any of its practical purposes - speed, accessibility, and convenience - and will not change as they change. Looking down from the air that morning, I felt that stillness rested like a light over the earth. What motion there was took on a slow grace, like slow-motion pictures which catch the moment of outstretched beauty that one cannot see in life itself, so swiftly does it move. And if flying, like a glass-bottomed bucket, can give you that vision, that seeing eye, which peers down to the still world below the choppy waves - it will always remain magic.
Only in growth, reform, and change, paradoxically enough, is true security to be found.
Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee and just as hard to sleep after.
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.
One can never pay in gratitude; one can only pay in kind somewhere else in life.
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