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Anne Spencer Lindbergh (née Morrow; June 22, 1906 – February 7, 2001) was an American author, aviator, and the wife of aviator Charles Lindbergh.

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I want first of all - in fact, as an end to these other desires - to be at peace with myself. I want a singleness of eye, a purity of intention, a central cor to my life that will enable me to carry out these obligations and activities as well as I can. I want, in fact - to borrow from the language of the saints -to live 'in grace' as much of the time as possible. I am not using this term in a strictly theological sense. By grace I mean an inner harmony, essentially spiritual, which can be translated into outward harmony.

Cor, Enable, Life, Peace, Spiritual, Translated

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

Death, Suicide, Men, Same, Tree, Man

The wave of the future is coming and there is no fighting it.

Coming, Fighting, Future, Wave

I believe that true identity is found. . . in creative activity springing from within. It is found, paradoxically, when one loses oneself. Woman can best refind herself in some kind of creative activity of her own.

Believe, Creative, Identity, True Identity, Woman

I must try to be alone for part of each year. . . and part of each day. . . in order to keep my core, my center. . . Women must be still as the axis of a wheel in the midst of her activities. She must be the pioneer of achieving this stillness, not only for her own salvation, but for the salvation of family life, of society, perhaps even of our civilization.

Mom, Axes, Order, Center, Salvation

the issue of war or peace is an issue that concerns not only experts on Foreign Affairs but every citizen of the United States.

Experts, Issues, States, United, United States, War

People "died" all the time. . . . Parts of them died when they made the wrong kinds of decisions-decisions against life. Sometimes they died bit by bit until finally they were just living corpses walking around. If you were perceptive you could see it in their eyes; the fire had gone out. . . you always knew when you made a decision against life. The door clicked and you were safe inside-safe and dead.

Corpses, Dead, Doors, Eye, Fire, Walking

. . . the most ordinary everyday living is as delicate, as breath-taking, as difficult, takes as terrific physical and mental control and effort, as walking a tightrope.

Control, Effort, Everyday, Mental, Ordinary, Walking

In the sheltered simplicity of the first days after a baby is born, one sees again the magical closed circle, the miraculous sense of two people existing only for each other.

Baby, Born, Circle, Mom, Mother, Sense

Why do progress and beauty have to be so opposed?

Beauty, Opposed, Progress

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.

Home, Long, Mean, Perfectly, Violets, Yesterday

Prison life taught him how little one can get along with, and what extraordinary spiritual freedom and peace such simplification can bring. I remember again, ironically, that today more of us in the world have the luxury of choice between simplicity and complication of life. And for the most part, we, who could choose simplicity, choose complication. War, prison, survival periods, enforce a form of simplicity on us. The monk and the nun choose it of their own free will. But if one accidentally finds it, as I have for a few days, one finds also the serenity it brings.

Enforce, Luxury, Periods, Spiritual, Survival, War

there is no aristocracy of grief. Grief is a great leveler.

Grief, Aristocracy, Leveler

People talk about love as though it were something you could give, like an armful of flowers. And a lot of people give love like that -- just dump it down on top of you, a useless strong-scented burden.

Strong, Flower, People, Armful, Burden, Useless

There comes a moment when the things one has written, even a traveler's memories, stand up and demand a justification. They require an explanation. They query, 'Who am I? What is my name? Why am I here?

Demand, Memories, Names, Query, Require

And if flying, like a glass-bottomed bucket, can give you that vision, that seeing eye, which peers down on the still world below the choppy waves - it will always remain magic.

Eye, Glasses, Giving, Down, World

God may want you to be the answer to your own prayer.

Answer, Answers, God, May, Prayer

Why is it that you can sometimes feel the reality of people more keenly through a letter than face to face?

Face, Keenly, Letters, People, Reality

I would like to achieve a state of inner spiritual grace from which I could function and give as I was meant to in the eye of God.

Eye, Give, Giving, God, Meant, Spiritual

One can never pay in gratitude; one can only pay 'in kind' somewhere else in life.

Appreciation, Kind, Life, Motivational, Pay, Thank You

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