Talk:Anne Morrow Lindbergh

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  • A note of music gains significance from the silence on either side.
  • 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.
  • After all, I don't see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood.
  • America, which has the most glorious present still existing in the world today, hardly stops to enjoy it, in her insatiable appetite for the future.
  • 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.
  • Certain springs are tapped only when we are alone.
  • Duration is not a test of truth or falsehood.
    • Variant: Duration is not a test of true or false.
  • 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.
  • Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.
  • Him that I love, I wish to be free — even from me.
  • I believe that what women resent is not so much giving herself in pieces as giving herself purposelessly.
  • I feel we are all islands — in a common sea.
  • I must write it all out, at any cost. Writing is thinking. It is more than living, for it is being conscious of living.
  • 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.
    • Most uses of this quote are unsourced. In Cynthia Heald's Uncommon Beauty (2007) on p. 154, she quotes it and cites Bob Kelly's Worth Repeating (2003) as the source in a footnote. I was unable to find a searchable copy of the latter although, given the dates involved, I suspect it wouldn't lead anywhere worthwhile. --Hughh (talk) 01:45, 10 July 2017 (UTC)
  • Life is a gift, given in trust — like a child.
  • Lost time was like a run in a stocking. It always got worse.
  • Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.
  • My passport photo is one of the most remarkable photographs I have ever seen — no retouching, no shadows, no flattery — just stark me.
  • Only in growth, reform, and change, paradoxically enough, is true security to be found.
  • Only with winter-patience can we bring The deep-desired, long-awaited spring.
  • Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath, for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.
  • 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.
  • Tact is the ability to describe others as they see themselves.
  • The collector walks with blinders on; he sees nothing but the prize. In fact, the acquisitive instinct is incompatible with true appreciation of beauty.
  • 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.
  • The loneliness you get by the sea is personal and alive. It doesn't subdue you and make you feel abject. It's stimulating loneliness.
  • The only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what it was, nor forward to what it might be, but living in the present and accepting it as it is now.
  • There is no sin punished more implacably by nature than the sin of resistance to change.
  • To a person in love, the value of the individual is intuitively known. Love needs no logic for its mission.
  • To give without any reward, or any notice, has a special quality of its own.
  • What a commentary on civilization, when being alone is being suspect; when one has to apologize for it, make excuses, hide the fact that one practices it — like a secret vice.