Anne Morrow Lindbergh: Trending quotes (page 2)

“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 that long uphill climb back to sanity and faith and security.”

“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.”

“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 would like to achieve a state of inner spiritual grace from which I could function and give as I was meant to in the eye of God.”

“The beach is not a place to work; to read, write or to think.”

“I must write it all out, at any cost. Writing is thinking. It is more than living, for it is being conscious of living.”

“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.”

“Woman must come of age by herself…
She must find her true center alone.”

“No man is an island,' said John Donne. I feel we are all islands -- in a common sea.”

“I believe that true identity is found… in creative activity springing from within. It is found, paradoxically, when one loses oneself. Woman can best refind herself in some kind of creative activity of her own.”

“My Life cannot implement in action the demands of all the people to whom my heart responds.”

“When I cannot write a poem, I bake biscuits and feel just as pleased.”

“By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class.”

“If you surrender completely to the moments as they pass, you live more richly those moments.”

“Lost time was like a run in a stocking. It always got worse.”

“Dream wounds, dream ties
Do not bind him there
In a kingdom where
He is unaware
Of his wounds, of his snare.”

“Here sits the Unicorn
In captivity;
His bright invulnerability
Captive at last”

“Rollers on the beach, wind in the pines, the slow flapping of herons across sand dunes, drown out the hectic rhythms of city and suburb, time tables and schedules. One falls under their spell, relaxes, stretches out prone. One becomes, in fact, like the element on which one lies, flattened by the sea; bare, open, empty as the beach, erased by today’s tides of all yesterday’s scribblings.”