For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair. — Anne Morrow Lindbergh Copy Share Image
“I promise to respect and protect your aloneness, knowing that everything created must have its period of darkness: child and bulb, poem and personality.… — anne morrow lindbergh Copy Share Image
Not knowing how to feed the spirit, we try to muffle its demands in distraction...What matters is that one be for a time inwardly… — Anne Morrow Lindbergh Copy Share Image
How one hates to think of oneself as alone. How one avoids it. It seems to imply rejection or unpopularity. — Anne Morrow Lindbergh Copy Share Image
Splutter, splutter. Yes - we're off - we're rising. But why start off with an engine like that? But it smooths out now, like… — Anne Morrow Lindbergh Copy Share Image
When one is a stranger to oneself then one is estranged from others too. If one is out of touch with oneself, then one… — Anne Morrow Lindbergh Copy Share Image
“Is it not rather ugly, one may ask? One collects material possessions not only for security, comfort or vanity, but for beauty as well.… — Anne Morrow Lindbergh Copy Share Image
No one, it has been said, will ever look at the Moon in the same way again. More significantly can one say that no… — Anne Morrow Lindbergh Copy Share Image
“It isn't for the moment you are stuck that you need courage, but for the long uphill climb back to sanity, faith and security.” — Anne Morrow Lindbergh Copy Share Image
By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class. — Anne Morrow Lindbergh Copy Share Image
I do not like talking casually to people - it does not interest me - and most of them are unwilling to talk at… — Anne Morrow Lindbergh Copy Share Image
“One comes in the end to realize that there is no permanent pure-relationship and there should not be. It is not even something to… — Anne Morrow Lindbergh Copy Share Image
It is a difficult lesson to learn today-to leave one's friends and family and deliberately practice the art of solitude for an hour or… — Anne Morrow Lindbergh Copy Share Image
