Anne Morrow Lindbergh Quotes

My body is quite tiny, but a lot of the emotions I feel are pretty explosive. They have to come out.

By the age of eighteen, a human has acquired enough joy and heartache to provide the food of reflection for a century.

Every relationship I've been in, I've overwhelmed the girl. They just can't handle all the love.

I was early taught by sorrow to shed tears, and now when sudden joy lights up, or any unexpected sorrow strikes my heart, I find it difficult to repress the full and swelling tide of feeling.

I've always been aware of having feelings that were pretty intense at times. I imagine most people have had that, or they wouldn't be human.

For people who feel things in an enormous way, it's pretty hard to live in this world.

You cut off the capacity for grief in your life, and you cut off the joy at the same time. They both come up through the same tunnel. You don't have one without the other.

I'm a passionate person; there's a lot going on underneath my carousel of blazers: a cauldron of sensitivity and emotion.

I've been known for that. My emotions get the best of me.

I didn't even know what the feeling was, really, just that there was a lot of it.

The duration of our passions is no more dependent on ourselves than the duration of our lives.

Passion alone could destroy passion. All the thinking in the world could not make so much as a dent in its surface.

Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on. The loves and sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plenitude.

My heart beat Beats me senselessly Why's everything Gotta be so intense with me.

A friend of mine said to me not long ago, "Terry you are married to sorrow." I looked at him and said, "No, I am not married to sorrow, I just choose not to look away." To not avert our eyes to suffering is to trust the power of presence. Joy emerges through suffering. Suffering is a component of joy. Whether we are sitting with a loved one dying or witnessing dolphins side-by-side watching the oil burning in the Gulf of Mexico, to be present with the world is to be alive. I think of Rilke once again, "Beauty is the beginning of terror." We can breathe our way toward courage.

Some people seem so different, some people feel so much more than other people, some people are able to push past things so much easier. And...it's just fascinating to me.

Her heart was heavy because it was open, and so things filled it, and so things rushed out of it, but still the heart kept beating, tough and frighteningly powerful and meaning to shrug off the rest of her and continue on its own.

It pisses me off to think we're conditioned to push away bad feelings and think anything that's uncomfortable is to be avoided. When things are really bad nowadays, I recognize the value in it because it's me filling my quota- it's going to make my joy more intense later.

The joy of a strong nature is as cloudless as its suffering is desolate.

I think I must be worried all the time - maybe that is the other side of joy, you know, holding that line of the full range of emotions.

Once in a while I experience an emotion onstage that is so gut-wrenching, so heart-stopping, that I could weep with gratitude and joy. The feeling catches and magnifies so rapidly that it threatens to engulf me.

But he knew instinctively what he suggested was impossible. She'd been through so much, and held her tears back for so long, that Royce doubted that anything could force her to shed them.

The hardest thing about adolescence is that everything seems too big. There's no way to get context or perspective, ..... Pain and joy without limits. No one can live like that forever, so experience finally comes to our rescue. We come to know what we can endure, and also that nothing endures.

We mortals, men and women, devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips, and in answer to inquiries say, "Oh, nothing!" Pride helps; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our hurts— not to hurt others.

I fell in love. It felt exactly like a fall, a head-over-heels tumble into a state of unbearable lightness. The earth tilted on its axis. I did not believe in romantic love at the time, thinking it a human construct, an invention of fourteenth century Italian poets. I was as unprepared for love as I had been for goodness and beauty. Suddenly, my heart seemed swollen, too large for my chest.