Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
These knees have stories, she said, but they'd have to be a mouth to tell you.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
All that glitters.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The secret is not in your hand or your eye or your voice. The secret is in your heart. Of course, she said, knowing that doesn't make it any easier.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
In the heart of the world there is a place that holds the secret names of the rocks & the trees & all the children of the earth & around it gather women & men who hold it dear ...
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Life is simple, it's just not easy.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
There’s no secret to balance. You just have to feel the waves.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
I don't belong to any generation.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
We are born believing.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
My soul is in the sky.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Summer isn't a time.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Of two sisters one is always the watcher, one the dancer.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Standing alone in her grief for as long as it takes to remember it is also a thing that binds us together.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
We shall by morning inherit the earth.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Imagination. Imagination. Imagination.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
It's hardest to love the ordinary things, she said, but you get lots of opportunities to practice.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Live in rooms full of light.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Follow the gleam.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
You belong with me.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
In the vacant places.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The higher we soar, the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Not all those who wander are lost.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
There is a place where the sidewalk ends and before the street begins ...
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
If you hold on to the handle, she said, it's easier to maintain the illusion of control. But it's more fun if you just let the wind carry you.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
If you are a dreamer, come in. If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, a hoper, a prayer, a magic-bean-buyer. If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire, for we have some flax-golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in!
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Only as high as I reach can I grow, only as far as I seek can I go, only as deep as I look can I see, only as much as I dream can I be.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
