Anne Morrow Lindbergh Quotes
Most popular Anne Morrow Lindbergh Quotes
Fame separates you from life.
Him that I love, I wish to be free—even from me.
The most exhausting thing in life is being insincere.
One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach.
Only love can be divided endlessly and still not diminish.
There is no aristocracy of grief. Grief is a great leveler.
The wave of the future is coming and there is no fighting it.
Lost time was like a run in a stocking. It always got worse.
When one is out of touch with oneself, one cannot touch others.
Only with winter-patience can we bring The deep-desired, long-awaited spring.
Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone, his own burden, his own way.
One can never pay in gratitude; one can only pay 'in kind' somewhere else in life.
Good communication is stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after.
Good conversation is as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after.
Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after.
Ideally, both members of a couple in love free each other to new and different worlds.
Only in growth, reform, and change, paradoxically enough, is true security to be found.
There is no sin punished more implacably by nature than the sin of resistance to change.
It takes as much courage to have tried and failed as it does to have tried and succeeded.
For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair.
For sleep, one needs endless depths of blackness to sink into; daylight is too shallow, it will not cover one.
Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.
It isn't for the moment you are struck that you need courage but for the long uphill climb back to sanity and faith and security.
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.
I don't see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood.
The punctuation of anniversaries is terrible, like the closing of doors, one after another between you and what you want to hold on to.
Love is a force. It is not a result; it is a cause. It is not a product; it produces. It is a power, like money or steam or electricity.
For is it not possible that middle age can be looked upon as a period of second flowering, second growth, even a kind of second adolescence?
Marriage should, I think, always be a little hard and new and strange. It should be breaking your shell and going into another world, and a bigger one.
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.
The world today does not understand, in either man or woman, the need to be alone. How inexplicable it seems. Anything else will be accepted as a better excuse.
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.
Once you get beyond the crust of the first pang it is all the same and you can easily bear it. It is just the transition from painlessness to pain that is so terrible.
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.
We tend not to choose the unknown, which might be a shock or a disappointment or simply a little difficult to cope with. And yet it is the unknown, with all its disappointments and surprises that is the most enriching.
The intellectual is constantly betrayed by his vanity. God-like, 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.
I do not believe that sheer suffering teaches. If suffering alone taught, all the world would be wise, since everyone suffers. To suffering must be added mourning, understanding, patience, love, openness and the willingness to remain vulnerable.
A good relationship has a pattern like a dance and is built on some of the same rules. The partners do not need to hold on tightly, because they move confidently in the same pattern, intricate but gay and swift and free, like a country dance of Mozart's.
Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.
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.
