Splutter, splutter. Yes - we're off - we're rising. But why start off with an engine like that? But it smooths out now, like a long sigh, like a person breathing easily, freely. Like someone singing ecstatically, climbing, soaring - sustained note of power and joy. We turn from the lights of the city; we pivot on a dark wing; we roar over the earth. The plane seems exultant now, even arrogant. We did it, we did it!
Anne Morrow LindberghI sometimes think that perhaps our minds are too weak to grasp joy or sorrow except in small things...In the big things joy and sorrow are just alike - overwhelming. At least, we only get them bit by bit, in tiny flashes - in waves - that our minds can't stand for very long. p 199
Anne Morrow LindberghIf you surrender completely to the moments as they pass, you live more richly those moments.
Anne Morrow LindberghYou canโt just write and write and put things in a drawer. They wither without the warm sun of someone elseโs appreciation.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh