There is no harvest for the heart alone. The seed of love must be eternally re-sown.
Anne Morrow LindberghThis is what one thirsts for, I realize, after the smallness of the day, of work, of details, of intimacy - even of communication, one thirsts for the magnitude and universality of a night full of stars, pouring into one like a fresh tide.
Anne Morrow LindberghPerhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath, for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.
Anne Morrow LindberghFame is a kind of death because it arrests life around the person in the public eye.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh