Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
How sweet I roamed from field to field, and tasted all the summer's pride.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Sin and love and fear are just sounds that people who never sinned nor loved nor feared have for what they never had and cannot have until they forget the words.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
La poétique de la rêverie.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Embraced.
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:
Breathe me.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Bundled.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Hasn't started to make sense of the world yet but thinks it's beautiful all the same.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
This is a machine that's supposed to make people good & true & kind & the funny thing is that it works best when it's completely broken down so everyone has to stop what they're doing & get together & figure out how to fix it.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Let us go then, you and I.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
See without looking. Hear without listening. Breathe without asking.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Run your fingers through my soul.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Twine
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The leaves of memory seemed to make a mournful rustling in the dark.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Time stands still best in moments that look suspiciously like ordinary life.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The measure of love.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
This holds a promise to all the children of the world, which is how you can tell it's a real dream of America & not one of those dreams of fear & death that glitter so brightly on tv.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Caught
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:
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:
Reality is harsh to the feet of shadows.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Empty
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.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
A moment in my hand, brilliant as a star, fragile as a flower, a tiny sliver of one hour.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
No man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
I'm on my way to the future, she said & I said, But you're just sitting there listening & she smiled & said, It's harder than you'd think with all the noise everyone else is making.
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.
