354 Quotes by Anne Morrow Lindbergh

With a new awareness, both painful and humorous, I begin to understand why the saints were rarely married women.

We all wish to be loved alone.

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.

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?

Purposeful giving is not as apt to deplete one’s resources; it belongs to that natural order of giving that seems to renew itself even in the act of depletion. The more one gives, the more one has the give – like milk in the breast.

Communication with another person – wasn’t it the realest thing in life?

One longs to explain, to be sure they understand, the people one loves.

Charles Morgan describes as “the stilling of the soul within the activities of the mind and body so that it might be still as the axis of a revolving wheel is still.

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.