Top 100 Anne Morrow Lindbergh Quotes
#2. For it is not merely the trivial which clutters our lives but the important as well
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#3. Only when one is connected to one's inner core is one connected to others. And, for me, the core, the inner spring, can best be re-found through solitude.
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#4. 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.
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#5. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what it was in nostalgia, nor forward to what it might be in dread or anticipation, but living in the present relationship and accepting it as it is now.
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#6. How hard it is to have the beautiful interdependence of marriage and yet be strong in oneself alone.
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#7. This beautiful image is to my mind the one that women could hold before their eyes. This is an end toward which we could strive - to be the still axis within the revolving wheel of relationships, obligations and activities.
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#10. To mention a loved object, a person, or a place to someone else is to invest that object with reality.
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#11. Plotinus was preaching the dangers of multiplicity of the world back in the third century.
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#14. I want a singleness of eye, a purity of intention, a central core to my life that will enable me to carry out these obligations and activities as well as I can.
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#15. The world has been forced to its knees. Unhappily, we seldom find our way there without being beaten to it by suffering.
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#17. By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class.
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#18. I sometimes think that perhaps our minds are too weak to grasp joy or sorrow except in small things ... In the big things joy and sorrow are just alike - overwhelming. At least, we only get them bit by bit, in tiny flashes - in waves - that our minds can't stand for very long. p 199
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#22. I feel I should not be ... so at the mercy of people's regard. And yet - it is the artist's desire for communication too; without the answering voice you get so numb; you lose faith in your powers to communicate.
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#23. Why is life speeded up so? Why are things so terribly, unbearably precious that you can't enjoy them but can only wait breathless in dread of their going?
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#24. I think one must do the thing
whatever it is (and it changes from time to time)
that unites you to the flowing stream of the world. At any price, one must do it first. Otherwise one can do nothing, nothing at all. One is out of touch, out of grace.
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#25. When we start at the center of ourselves, we discover something worthwhile extending toward the periphery of the circle. We find again some of the joy in the now, some of the peace in the here, some of the love in me and thee which go to make up the kingdom of heaven on earth.
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#26. It's funny how you can be mad at someone one moment and want to hug them the next.
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#27. I walked far down the beach, soothed by the rhythm of the waves, the sun on my bare back and legs, the wind and mist from the spray on my hair.
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#28. There is no harvest for the heart alone. The seed of love must be eternally re-sown.
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#29. But the bond - the bond of romantic love is something else. It has so little to do with propinquity or habit or space or time or life itself. It leaps across all of them, like a rainbow - or a glance.
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#30. What a commentary on our civilization, when being alone is considered suspect; when one has to apologize for it, make excuses, hide the fact that one practices it - like a secret vice!
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#31. You can't just write and write and put things in a drawer. They wither without the warm sun of someone else's appreciation.
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#34. These bright roofs, these steep towers, these jewel-lakes, these skeins of railroad line - all spoke to her and she answered. She was glad they were there. She belonged to them and they to her.
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#35. We have had three appalling weeks, the kind one hardly believes while one is going through it. And afterwards, as now, it seems quite unbelievable - except for the inexplicable weariness. Written down it sounds merely funny.
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#36. Perhaps this is the most important thing for me to take back from beach-living: simply the memory that each cycle of the tide is valid; each cycle of the wave is valid; each cycle of a relationship is valid.
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#37. The shape of my life is, of course, determined by many things; my background and childhood, my mind and its education, my conscience and its pressures, my heart and its desires.
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#38. There comes a moment when the things one has written, even a traveler's memories, stand up and demand a justification. They require an explanation. They query, 'Who am I? What is my name? Why am I here?
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#39. Both halves of this delicate bivalve are exactly matched. Each side, like the wing of a butterfly, is marked with the
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#40. Tragedy is the common lot of man. 'So many people have lost children' I remind myself. pp 178-179
This tragedy is such an inextricable part of my story that it cannot be left out of an honest record. Suffering - no matter how multiplied - is always individual. p 179
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#41. This is what one thirsts for, I realize, after the smallness of the day, of work, of details, of intimacy - even of communication, one thirsts for the magnitude and universality of a night full of stars, pouring into one like a fresh tide.
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#42. 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.
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#43. Only when a tree has fallen can you take the measure of it. It is the same with a man.
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#45. The here, the now and the individual have always been the special concern of the saint, the artist, the poet and
from time immemorial
the woman.
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#46. Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath, for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.
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#47. We walk up the beach under the stars. And when we are tired of walking, we lie flat on the sand under a bowl of stars. We feel stretched, expanded to take in their compass. They pour into us until we are filled with stars, up to the brim.
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#48. No man is an island,' said John Donne. I feel we are all islands -- in a common sea.
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#49. 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? It is true that society in general does not help one accept this interpretation of the second half of life.
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#50. Everything today has been heavy and brown. Bring me a Unicorn to ride about the town.
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#51. The punctuation of anniversaries is terrible, like the closing of doors, one after another between you and what you want to hold on to.
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#52. The good past is so far away and the near past is so horrible and the future is so perilous, that the present has a chance to expand into a golden eternity of here and now.
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#53. 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.
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#54. 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. In so many ways this
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#55. I begin to shed my Martha-like anxiety about many things. Washable slipcovers, faded and old - I hardly see them; I don't worry about the impression they make on other people. I am shedding pride.
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#56. The nicest gifts are those left, nameless and quiet, unburdened with love, or vanity, or the desire for attention.
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#57. What release to write so that one forgets oneself, forgets one's companion, forgets where one is or what one is going to do next to be drenched in sleep or in the sea. Pencils and pads and curling blue sheets alive with letters heap up on the desk.
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#58. People talk about love as though it were something you could give, like an armful of flowers. And a lot of people give love like that
just dump it down on top of you, a useless strong-scented burden.
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#59. Yesterday I sat in a field of violets for a long time perfectly still, until I really sank into it - into the rhythm of the place, I mean - then when I got up to go home I couldn't walk quickly or evenly because I was still in time with the field.
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#60. It's as if you've been walking against a great wind all your life, and then the wind is gone, and you can't walk.
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#61. In our family an experience was not finished, nor truly experienced, unless written down and shared with another.
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#62. 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.
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#63. Why is it that you can sometimes feel the reality of people more keenly through a letter than face to face?
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#64. I do not like talking casually to people - it does not interest me - and most of them are unwilling to talk at all seriously.
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#66. But I want first of all- in fact, as an end to these other desires- to be at peace with myself.
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#67. Ideally, both members of a couple in love free each other to new and different worlds.
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#68. One cannot collect all the beautful shells on the beach. One can collect only a few, and they are more beautiful if they are few.
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#70. I had the feeling, when the thoughts first clarified on paper, that my experience was very different from other people's. (Are we all under this illusion?)
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#71. Remind me that woman must be still as the axis of a wheel in the midst of her activities; that she must be the pioneer in achieving this stillness, not only for her own salvation, but for the salvation of family life, of society, perhaps even of our civilization.
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#72. The pattern of our lives is essentially circular. We must be open to all points of the compass; husband, children, friends, home, community; stretched out, exposed, sensitive like a spider's web to each breeze that blows, to each call that comes.
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#73. 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.
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#75. The fundamental magic of flying, a miracle that has nothing to do with any of its practical purposes - purposes of speed, accessibility, and convenience - and will not change as they change.
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#76. My Life cannot implement in action the demands of all the people to whom my heart responds.
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#77. Milky and opaque, it has the pinkish bloom of the sky on a summer evening, ripening to rain.
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#78. The most ordinary everyday living is as delicate, as breath-taking, as difficult, takes as terrific physical and mental control and effort, as walking a tightrope.
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#80. Marriage is tough, because it is woven of all these various elements, the weak and the strong. "In love-ness" is fragile for it is woven only with the gossamer threads of beauty. It seems to me absurd to talk about "happy" and "unhappy" marriages.
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#81. There are, in fact, certain roads that one may follow. Simplification of life is one of them.
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#82. Certain environments, certain modes of life, and certain rules of conduct are more conducive to inner and outer harmony than others. There are, in fact, certain roads that one may follow. Simplification is one of them.
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#83. Forsythia is pure joy. There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness or even knowledge in forsythia. Pure, undiluted, untouched joy.
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#84. 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?
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#85. Nothing feeds the center of being so much as creative work. The curtain of mechanization has come down between the mind and the hand.
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#87. My passport photo is one of the most remarkable photographs I have ever seen- no retouching, no shadows, no flattery-just stark me.
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#88. One learns to accept the fact that no permanent return is possible to an old form of relationship; and, more deeply still, that there is no holding of a relationship to a single form. This is not tragedy but part of the ever-recurrent miracle of life and growth.
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#89. 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.
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#90. Cut asparagus at night - in desperation. When one is very tired one always does one more thing.
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#92. 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.
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#93. 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.
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#94. The bearing, rearing, feeding and educating of children; the running of a house with its thousand details; human relationships with their myriad pulls - women's normal occupations in general run counter to creative life, or contemplative life, or saintly life.
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#95. Marriage should, I think, always be a little bit hard and new and strange. It should be breaking your shell and going into another world, and a bigger one.
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#96. When the heart is flooded with love there is no room in it for fear, for doubt, for hesitation.
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#97. I must write it all out, at any cost. Writing is thinking. It is more than living, for it is being concious of living.
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#98. What a crippling art writing is, no body to it, no craft, really. It's all in the mind and you never see it or feel it
only sometimes hear it. It uses only such a small part of man. I wish I were a sculptor.
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#99. Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee and just as hard to sleep after.
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