Quotes from Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Lost time is like a run in a stocking. It always gets worse.

The fundamental magic of flying is a miracle that has nothing to do with any of its practical purposes - purposes of speed, accessibility and convenience - and will not change as they change.

The most exhausting thing in life is being insincere.

Only in growth, reform, and change, paradoxically enough, is true security to be found.

The web of marriage is made by propinquity, in the day to day living side by side, looking outward in the same direction. It is woven in space and in time of the substance of life itself.

Marriage should, I think, always be a little bit hard and new and strange. It should be breaking your shell and going into another world, and a bigger one.

How hard it is to have the beautiful interdependence of marriage and yet be strong in oneself alone.

A simple enough pleasure surely to have breakfast alone with one's husband but how seldom married people in the midst of life achieve it.

Travelers are always discoverers, especially those who travel by air. 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 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.

I feel we are all islands - in a common sea.

My passport photo is one of the most remarkable photographs I have ever seen- no retouching, no shadows, no flattery-just stark me.

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

Great problems that face the world today in both the private and the public sphere cannot be solved by women – or by men – alone. They can only be surmounted by men and women side by side.

For sleep, one needs endless depths of blackness to sink into; daylight is too shallow, it will not cover one.

Those fields of daisies we landed on, and dusty fields and desert stretches. Memories of many skies and earths beneath us - many days, many nights of stars.

Every paid worker, no matter where on the economic scale, expects a day off a week and a vacation a year. By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class.

Woman's normal occupations in general run counter to creative life or contemplative life or saintly life.

Nothing feeds the center of being so much as creative work. The curtain of mechanization has come down between the mind and the hand.

For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair.

Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.

What a commentary on our civilization, when being alone is considered suspect; when one has to apologize for it, make excuses, hide the fact that one practices it—like a secret vice!

One learns first of all in beach living the art of shedding; how little one can get along with, not how much.

The collector walks with blinders on; he sees nothing but the prize. In fact, the acquisitive instinct is incompatible with true appreciation of beauty.