Anne Morrow Lindbergh Quotes (65 Quotes)

We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of time and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity when the only continuity possible in life, as in love, is in growth, in fluidity in freedom.

I understand why the saints were rarely married women. It has primarily to do with distractions . . . Woman's normal occupations run counter to creative life, or contemplative life or saintly life.

Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.

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.

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

The world has different owners at sunrise ... Even your own garden does not belong to you. Rabbits and blackbirds have the lawns a tortoise-shell cat who never appears in daytime patrols the brick walls, and a golden-tailed pheasant glints his way through the iris spears.

When the wedding march sounds the resolute approach, the clock no longer ticks, it tolls the hour. The figures in the aisle are no longer individuals, they symbolize the human race.

For relationships, too, must be like islands. One must accept them for what they are here and now, within their limits islands surrounded and interrupted by the sea, continuously visited and abandoned by the tides. One must accept the serenity of the winged life, of ebb and flow, of intermittency.

There is no sin punished more implacably by nature than the sin of resistance to change.

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

There is no aristocracy of grief. Grief is a great leveler.

The most exhausting thing in life is being insincere.

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.

Why do progress and beauty have to be so opposed.

Women need solitude in order to find again the true essence of themselves.