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Only when a tree has fallen can you take the measure of it. It is the same with a man.

Anne Morrow Lindbergh

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Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Age: 94 †
Born: 1906
Born: June 22
Died: 2001
Died: February 7
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The world has different owners at sunrise... Even your own garden does not belong to you. Rabbits and blackbirds have the lawns a tortoise-shell cat who never appears in daytime patrols the brick walls, and a golden-tailed pheasant glints his way through the iris spears.
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Woman can best refind herself by losing herself in some kind of creative activity of her own.
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A simple enough pleasure, surely, to have breakfast alone with one's husband, but how seldom married people in the midst of life achieve it.
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Marriage is tough, because it is woven of all these various elements, the weak and the strong. In love-ness is fragile for it is woven only with the gossamer threads of beauty. It seems to me absurd to talk about happy and unhappy marriages.
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One must lose one's life to find it.
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Marriage should, I think, always be a little bit hard and new and strange. It should be breaking your shell and going into another world, and a bigger one.
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When you love someone you do not love them, all the time, in the exact same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships.
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We are always bargaining with our feelings so that we can live from day to day.
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Those fields of daisies we landed on, and dusty fields and desert stretches. Memories of many skies and earths beneath us - many days, many nights of stars.
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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.
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Great problems that face the world today in both the private and the public sphere cannot be solved by women – or by men – alone. They can only be surmounted by men and women side by side.
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It is only in solitude that I ever find my own core.
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The nicest gifts are those left, nameless and quiet, unburdened with love, or vanity, or the desire for attention.
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The punctuation of anniversaries is terrible, like the closing of doors, one after another between you and what you want to hold on to.
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To me there is something completely and satisfyingly restful in that stretch of sea and sand, sea and sand and sky - complete peace, complete fulfillment.
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I have been overcome by the beauty and richness of our life together, those early mornings setting out, those evenings gleaming with rivers and lakes below us, still holding the last light.
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I am beginning to respect the apathetic days. Perhaps they're a necessary pause: better to give in to them than to fight them at your desk hopelessly then you lose both the day and your self-respect. Treat them as physical phenomena -- casually -- and obey them.
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Yesterday I sat in a field of violets for a long time perfectly still, until I really sank into it - into the rhythm of the place, I mean - then when I got up to go home I couldn't walk quickly or evenly because I was still in time with the field.
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