Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Don't wait. The time will never be just right.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
You will find poetry nowhere unless you bring some of it with you.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Hope is faith holding out its hand in the dark.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The measure of love.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
There are lives I can imagine without children but none of them have the same laughter & noise.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Sticking her neck out because she's tired of just sitting there hoping people will notice her for her calm energy.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
... It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
... The waiting-for-a-bus kind of existence that goes on without ever crossing the tracks to the city's elegance and worldly ambitions, moves on its own, without manifestoes or injunctions to stop it.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Reach
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The moment a child is born, the mother is also born ...
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Daydreamer
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Why is it that men can be bastards and women must wear pearls and smile?
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Be still
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Twine
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Kiss the sky