“I sometimes think that perhaps our minds are too weak to grasp joy or sorrow except in small things. Joy in fresh fragrance of flowers, or warmth of a fire, or a handshake. Sorrow in fading flowers, a lost dog, a fretful child’s cry. In the big things joy and sorrow are just alike—overwhelming. At least, we only get them bit by bit, in tiny flashes—in waves—that our minds can’t stand for very long.”
—Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Hour of Gold, Hour of Lead: Diaries and Letters, 1929-1932, p. 277
