What release to write so that one forgets oneself, forgets one's companion, forgets where one is or what one is going to do next to be drenched in sleep or in the sea. Pencils and pads and curling blue sheets alive with letters heap up on the desk.
Anne Morrow LindberghWhen one is a stranger to oneself then one is estranged from others too. If one is out of touch with oneself, then one cannot touch others. Only when one is connected to one's own core is.
Anne Morrow LindberghOnly when a tree has fallen can you take the measure of it. It is the same with a man.
Anne Morrow LindberghThe nicest gifts are those left, nameless and quiet, unburdened with love, or vanity, or the desire for attention.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh