Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Leap, and the net will appear.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Surface.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Love is not consolation.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
La poétique de la rêverie.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Drifting.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows, the light and dark which that thing provides.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Quiet spaces.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
He ploughs the waves, sows the sand, and hopes to gather the wind in a net, who places his hopes in the heart of a woman.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Life is a tide.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Daydreamer.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Lean.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Keep your eyes on the stars and your feet on the ground.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Today and always, beyond tomorrow.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
So we grew together.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Art finds her own perfection within, and not outside of herself. She is not to be judged by any external standard of resemblance. She is a veil, rather than a mirror.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
This is a creature on fire with love, but it's still scary since most people think love only looks like one thing, instead of the whole world.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
To the top of the world.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The day is dawning.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Marriage – a book of which the first chapter is written in poetry and the remaining chapters written in prose.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Love—thou are Veiled.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Embraced.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Be an opener of doors for such as come after thee, and do not try to make the universe a blind alley.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Stars will blossom in the darkness, violets bloom beneath the snow.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The opposite of loneliness, it's not togetherness. It is intimacy.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Your flames are spreading.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Love is always open arms.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Poetry of the senses.
