Only when a tree has fallen can you take the measure of it. It is the same with a man.
Anne Morrow LindberghOne writes not to be read but to breathe...one writes to think, to pray, to analyze. One writes to clear one's mind, to dissipate one's fears, to face one's doubts, to look at one's mistakes--in order to retrieve them. One writes to capture and crystallize one's joy, but also to disperse one's gloom. Like prayer--you go to it in sorrow more than joy, for help, a road back to 'grace'.
Anne Morrow LindberghThese bright roofs, these steep towers, these jewel-lakes, these skeins of railroad line - all spoke to her and she answered. She was glad they were there. She belonged to them and they to her.
Anne Morrow LindberghI believe that what woman resents is not so much giving herself in pieces as giving herself purposelessly.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh