Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
It's hardest to love the ordinary things, she said, but you get lots of opportunities to practice.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Surface.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
My soul is in the sky.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Let us go in; the fog is rising.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
These knees have stories, she said, but they'd have to be a mouth to tell you.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Snowmen fall from heaven unassembled.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
A spring returns, and they more youthful made; but man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Wrapped up in you.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Music and silence combine strongly because music is done with silence, and silence is full of music.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Weave the wind.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
In the vacant places.
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:
How sweet I roamed from field to field, and tasted all the summer's pride.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The birds brought seed & flowers & bits of brightly colored string & placed them in her hair while she slept so that she would remember the wild joy of spring when she finally awoke.
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:
Time is too slow for those who wait.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
So we grew together.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The starry floor, the watery shore ...
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
There are times when silence has the loudest voice.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
To be at the very center of the world and yet to be unseen of the world.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Dust of snow.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The wide world is all about you; you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot forever fence it out.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Every wall is a door.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
A million million worlds that move in peace.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Let your life lightly dance on the edges of time like dew on the tip of a leaf.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
I will write peace on your wings ...
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Walking with loud giant steps while she can because she's already noticed that when you grow up, even if you do keep walking as big as you can, you have to be quiet about it, or other people get headaches.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower ...
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The world is not dangerous because of those who do harm but because of those who look at it without doing anything.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Convinced she can do everything she's ever dreamed of with just a little more space.
