Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Heart and sew
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
I've always liked the time before dawn because there's no one around to remind me who I'm supposed to be, so it's easier to remember who I am.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
My soul is in the sky.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Stars will blossom in the darkness, violets bloom beneath the snow.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
O no, she said, you can't say just anything to the wind. Only the deepest secrets will do.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
He has paid us the intolerable compliment of loving us in the deepest, most tragic, most inexorable sense.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Eat, drink and be scary.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Your love will be safe with me.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Snowmen fall from heaven unassembled.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Emptiness
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:
Be forever still.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
... There was the hum of bees, and the musky odor of pinks filled the air.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
You need both the sun and the rain to make the colors appear.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
... It's like champagne or high heels, and one must be prepared to suffer for it.
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:
... I found that while the camera does not express the soul, perhaps a photograph can.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
... It burns it all clean.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Burn
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
All our lives we live in chains and never even know we hold the key.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Think of bicycles as rideable art that can just about save the world.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Never less idle than when wholly idle, nor less alone than when wholly alone.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Let your heart guide you. It whispers, so listen closely.
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:
He hangs in shades the orange bright, like golden lamps in a green night.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Peanut butter and lovely.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Juiced
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost ...
