Anne Morrow Lindbergh
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Science Quotes by Anne Morrow Lindbergh (9 quotes)
Duration is not a test of true or false.
— Anne Morrow Lindbergh
I am very fond of the oyster shell. It is humble and awkward and ugly. It is slate-colored and unsymmetrical. Its form is not primarily beautiful but functional. I make fun of its knobbiness. Sometimes I resent its burdens and excrescences. But its tireless adaptability and tenacity draw my astonished admiration and sometimes even my tears. And it is comfortable in its familiarity, its homeliness, like old garden gloves when have molded themselves perfectly to the shape of the hand.
— Anne Morrow Lindbergh
No one, it has been said, will ever look at the Moon in the same way again. More significantly can one say that no one will ever look at the earth in the same way. Man had to free himself from earth to perceive both its diminutive place in a solar system and its inestimable value as a life-fostering planet. As earthmen, we may have taken another step into adulthood. We can see our planet earth with detachment, with tenderness, with some shame and pity, but at last also with love.
— Anne Morrow Lindbergh
One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach. One can collect only a few, and they are more beautiful if they are few.
— Anne Morrow Lindbergh
The ball of rumor and criticism, once it starts rolling, is difficult to stop.
— Anne Morrow Lindbergh
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.
— Anne Morrow Lindbergh
There are no signposts in the sky to show a man has passed that way before. There are no channels marked. The flier breaks each second into new uncharted seas.
— Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Travelers are always discoverers, especially those who travel by air.
— Anne Morrow Lindbergh
You can’t just write and write and put things in a drawer. They wither without the warm sun of someone else’s appreciation.
— Anne Morrow Lindbergh