Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Anyone can count the seeds in an apple, but only God can count the number of apples in a seed.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The opposite of loneliness, it's not togetherness. It is intimacy.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt, use it – don’t cheat with it.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
If only for the twinkling of a tiny galaxy.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
A second spring.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
This is the time of tension between dying and birth.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Daydreamer
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
... Make my words today sweet and tender, for tomorrow I may have to eat them.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
... The promise of every cobbled alley so great that I thought I was in a dream.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
It tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that we see ourselves as we really are.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Just waiting till the shine wears off.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The horizon leans forward ...
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Leave the light on
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Just a little bit fragile, so it's hard to be fierce.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Up in the air.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
... It's like champagne or high heels, and one must be prepared to suffer for it.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Altering life by holding it still
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Adumbration
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
This is a box filled with all the time in the world & most people are amazed it fits in such a small space.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
All our lives we live in chains and never even know we hold the key.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Split ends
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Kiss the sky
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Pucker
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Lipstick triptych
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Strum
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Dreams are well but waking's better.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Clang
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Where there's tea there's hope.
