Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
When the gusts came around to blow me down, I held on as tightly as you held on to me.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
You will change your mind, but you are not free.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The awful daring of a moment's surrender.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
All human beings are also dream beings.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Just waiting till the shine wears off.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The small fears that come with dusk.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
I miss you in reminiscent tangents.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
See without looking. Hear without listening. Breathe without asking.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Run your fingers through my soul.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
... We feel love as we feel the warmth of our blood, we breathe love as we breathe air, we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
In a sort of ghastly simplicity we remove the organ and demand the function.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Self is the only prison that can ever bind the soul.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Sharp things that hurt for years afterwards every time you think of them.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The leaves of memory seemed to make a mournful rustling in the dark.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Torn between wanting to stay & wanting to go & worried it will be the wrong decision either way.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
But today I remembered the way you laughed & the heat of your hand in mine & I knew that life is more fair than we can ever imagine if we are there to live it.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Throw my heart out on the stones, and I'm almost gone.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Breathe me.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
I wish you could have been there for the sun & the rain & the long, hard hills. For the sound of a thousand conversations scattered along the road. For the people laughing & crying & remembering at the end. But, mainly, I wish you could have been there.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Look how they shine for you.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Leaning out as far as she can, hoping she'll fall soon, so she can stop worrying about whether it will happen or not.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Your ghost.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Most people she never tells about the tightrope because she doesn't want to listen to their helpful comments from the ground.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Trying on new looks because the old ones take too long in the morning & everyone just thinks "O, she's wearing that old thing again" anyway.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
You see me better than I am, she said & I'm worried what'll happen when your vision changes.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The place to improve the world is first in one's own ♥ and head and hands.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Distant flickering
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Sideways
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The soul is born old but grows young. That is the comedy of life. And the body is born young and grows old. That is life's tragedy.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
You oughta’ hear the mirror in my house. You oughta’ fear her pretty, pretty mouth. Says I’m imperfect in every way, Miss Almost, Miss Maybe, Miss Halfway.
