Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
For a long time, she flew only when she thought no one else was watching.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
A city is a place where there is no need to wait for next week to get the answer to a question, to taste the food of any country, to find new voices to listen to and familiar ones to listen to again.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The wind is chill, but let it whistle as it will.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
It snowed and snowed, the whole world over.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The earth has music for those who listen.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Hasn't started to make sense of the world yet but thinks it's beautiful all the same.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
I should have been a pair of ragged claws scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
When I grow up I want to be a little boy.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Colorless green ideas sleep furiously.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Embraced.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Lines slip easily down the accustomed grooves.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Faith is not simply a patience that passively suffers until the storm is past. Rather, it is a spirit that bears things - with resignations, yes, but above all, with blazing, serene hope.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea ...
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The eye sees a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination awake.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Smile.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Why do they treat us like children? she said & I said why do you treat them like adults? & her eyes opened wide & she began to laugh & talk all at once & suddenly everything looked possible again.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Sometimes questions are more important than answers.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Speared
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Written
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Six days
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The sky is falling.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Be an opener of doors for such as come after thee, and do not try to make the universe a blind alley.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
I hope it will be said we taught them to stand tall & proud, even in the face of history & the future was made new & whole for us all, one child at a time.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
We need to find God, and He cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence ... We need silence to be able to touch souls.
