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My passport photo is one of the most remarkable photographs I have ever seen- no retouching, no shadows, no flattery-just stark me.

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Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Age: 94 †
Born: 1906
Born: June 22
Died: 2001
Died: February 7
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People talk about love as if it were something you could give, like an armful of flowers.
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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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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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To be deeply in love is, of course, a great liberating force.
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For it is not merely the trivial which clutters our lives but the important as well
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How hard it is to have the beautiful interdependence of marriage and yet be strong in oneself alone.
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...the only continuity possible in life, as in love, is in growth, in fluidity - in freedom. The only real security is... living in the present and accepting it as it is now.
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For sleep, one needs endless depths of blackness to sink into daylight is too shallow, it will not cover one.
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Forsythia is pure joy. There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness or even knowledge in forsythia. Pure, undiluted, untouched joy.
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The collector walks with blinders on he sees nothing but the prize. In fact, the acquisitive instinct is incompatible with true appreciation of beauty.
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When 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 one connected to others. And for me, the core, the inner spring, can best be re-found through silence.
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Him that I love, I wish to be free -- even from me.
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The most exhausting thing in life, I have discovered, is being insincere. That is why so much of social life is exhausting one is wearing a mask. I have shed my mask.
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The plane seems exultant now, even arrogant. We did it, we did it! We're up, above you. We were dependant on you just now, prisoners fawning on you for favors, for wind and light. But now, we are free. We are up! We are off! Like someone singing ecstatically, climbing, soaring- a sustained note of power and joy.
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We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of time and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity when the only continuity possible in life, as in love, is in growth, in fluidity - in freedom.
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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 feel we are all islands - in a common sea.
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When each partner loves so completely that he has forgotten to ask himself whether or not he is loved in return when he only knows that he loves and is moving to its music--then, and then only are two people able to dance perfectly in tune to the same rhythm.
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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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