Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Anne Spencer Lindberghwas an American author, aviator, and the wife of aviator Charles Lindbergh. She was an acclaimed author whose books and articles spanned the genres of poetry to non-fiction, touching upon topics as diverse as youth and age; love and marriage; peace, solitude and contentment, as well as the role of women in the 20th century. Lindbergh's Gift from the Sea is a popular inspirational book, reflecting on the lives of American women...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth22 June 1906
CountryUnited States of America
Ideally, both members of a couple in love free each other to new and different worlds.
Woman must be the pioneer in this turning inward for strength. In a sense, she has always been the pioneer.
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.
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.
You can’t just write and write and put things in a drawer. They wither without the warm sun of someone else’s appreciation.
When the heart is flooded with love there is no room in it for fear, for doubt, for hesitation.
Only in growth, reform, and change, paradoxically enough, is true security to be found.
Him that I love, I wish to be free -- even from me.
When one is out of touch with oneself, one cannot touch others.
To give without any reward, or any notice, has a special quality of its own.
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.
It takes as much courage to have tried and failed as it does to have tried and succeeded.
There are no signposts in the sky to show a man has passed that way before. There are no channels marked. The flier breaks each second into new uncharted seas.
There is no harvest for the heart alone. The seed of love must be eternally re-sown.