We walk up the beach under the stars. And when we are tired of walking, we lie flat on the sand under a bowl of stars. We feel stretched, expanded to take in their compass. They pour into us until we are filled with stars, up to the brim.
Anne Morrow LindberghOne learns to accept the fact that no permanent return is possible to an old form of relationship; and, more deeply still, that there is no holding of a relationship to a single form. This is not tragedy but part of the ever-recurrent miracle of life and growth.
Anne Morrow LindberghFor in our family an experience was not finished, not truly experienced, unless written down or shared with another.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh