Gift from Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Because I recently read The Aviator’s Wife by Melanie Benjamin for the Literary Wives series, I wanted to learn more about the protagonist, Anne Morrow Lindbergh, wife of famous aviator Charles Lindbergh.  I was impressed that she was a writer and that she had published, in her own right, some great books.  The most popular, well-known, and well-loved of those books is Gift from the Sea (1955).  It is a short but poignant book of her musings at the beach alone, and how the shells she collects reflect and embody a woman’s life and its stages.  Today, rather than write and write and write about all of these ideas and my thoughts on them, I will just share them with you.  I hope you find a connection to them as I did.

Gift from the sea cover


“I think best with a pencil in my hand” (p. 9).

“I had the feeling . . . that my experience was very different from other people’s.  (Are we all under this illusion?)” (p. 9).

“Patience, patience, patience, is what the sea teaches.  Patience and faith.  One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach—waiting for a gift from the sea” (p. 17).

“I want first of all—in fact, as an end to these other desires—to be at peace with myself” (p. 23).

“For life today in America is based on the premise of ever-widening circles of contact and communication.  It involves not only family demands, but community demands, national demands, international demands on the good citizen, through social and cultural pressures, through newspapers, magazines, radio, programs, political drives, charitable appeals, and so on.  My mind reels with it.  What a circus act we women perform every day of our lives.  It puts the trapeze artist to shame” (p. 26).

“This is not the life of simplicity but the life of multiplicity that the wise men warn us of” (p. 26).

“One learns first of all in beach living the art of shedding; how little one can get alone with, not how much” (p. 30).

“One is shedding not only clothes—but vanity” (p. 31).

“I find I am shedding hypocrisy in human relationships.  What a rest that will be!  The most exhausting thing in life, I have discovered, is being insincere” (p. 32).

“To ask how little, not how much, can I get along with.  To say—is it necessary?—when I am tempted to add one more accumulation to my life, when I am pulled toward one more centrifugal activity” (p. 35).

“Now, instead of planting our solitude with our own dream blossoms, we choke the space with continuous music, chatter, and companionship to which we do not even listen.  It is simply there to fill the vacuum.  When the noise stops there is no inner music to take its place.  We must re-learn to be alone” (p. 42).

“But if one says: I cannot come because that is my hour to be alone, one is considered rude, egotistical or strange.  What a commentary on our civilization, w hen being alone is considered suspect; when one has to apologize for it, make excuses, hide the fact that one practices it—like a secret vice!” (p. 50).

“But neither woman nor man are likely to be fed by another relationship which seems easier because it is in an earlier stage” (p. 68).

“We Americans, with our terrific emphasis on youth, action, and material success, certainly tend to belittle the afternoon of life and even to pretend it never comes.  We push the clock back and try to prolong the morning, overreaching and overstraining ourselves in the unnatural effort.  We do not succeed, of course.  We cannot compete with our sons and daughters. . . . In our breathless attempts we often miss the flowering that waits for afternoon” (p. 86).

“We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships.  We leap at the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb” (p. 108).

“We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible, in life as in love, is in growth, in fluidity” (p. 108).

“The only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even” (p. 108).

“For it is not merely the trivial which clutters our lives but the important as well” (p. 115).

“The best ‘growing ground’ for women, however, may be in the widespread mushrooming of women’s discussion groups of all types and sizes.  Women are talking to each other, not simply in private in the kitchen, in the nursery, or over the back fence, as they have done through the ages, but in public groups.  They are airing their problems, discovering themselves, and comparing their experiences” (p. 137).