Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Growth
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
I am moved by fancies that are curled around these images, and cling: the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Love at the lips was touch as sweet as I could bear.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Sin and love and fear are just sounds that people who never sinned nor loved nor feared have for what they never had and cannot have until they forget the words.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Wings.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Life is about using the whole box of crayons.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Surface.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Love is not consolation.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
La poétique de la rêverie.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Leap, and the net will appear.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Tomorrow is our permanent address.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Drifting.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
There is poetry in the horizon.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
I carry you with me into the world, into the smell of rain & the words that dance between people, & for me, it will always be this way, walking in the light, remembering being alive together.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Bittersweet October.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows, the light and dark which that thing provides.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Quiet spaces.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
He ploughs the waves, sows the sand, and hopes to gather the wind in a net, who places his hopes in the heart of a woman.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Daydreamer.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Lean.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Life is a tide.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Life is simple, it's just not easy.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
My soul is in the sky.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Live in rooms full of light.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
I don't belong to any generation.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
If only for the twinkling of a tiny galaxy.
