Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Leave the light on
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Luxury must be comfortable, otherwise it is not luxury.
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:
... There was the hum of bees, and the musky odor of pinks filled the air.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Love is like a faucet (it turns off and on).
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Shine
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
At a dinner party one should eat wisely but not too well, and talk well but not too wisely.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The dark waves start singing together.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Adumbration
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The vision must be followed by the venture. It’s not enough to stare up the steps – we must step up the stairs.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Where there's tea there's hope.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Clang
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Brewed
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
All our lives we live in chains and never even know we hold the key.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Window seat
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Emptiness
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
... I found that while the camera does not express the soul, perhaps a photograph can.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Everybody should have his personal sounds to listen for - sounds that will make him exhilarated and alive or quiet and calm.