Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Love at the lips was touch as sweet as I could bear.
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:
Wings.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Tomorrow is our permanent address.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Bittersweet October.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The secret is not in your hand or your eye or your voice. The secret is in your heart. Of course, she said, knowing that doesn't make it any easier.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
I carry you with me into the world, into the smell of rain & the words that dance between people, & for me, it will always be this way, walking in the light, remembering being alive together.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
My soul is in the sky.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Live in rooms full of light.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
I don't belong to any generation.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The blood jet is poetry. There is no stopping it.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The day is dawning.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
To the top of the world.
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:
Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.
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:
We are born believing.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Life is simple, it's just not easy.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
In the vacant places.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
It's hardest to love the ordinary things, she said, but you get lots of opportunities to practice.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
No matter how dark the night, somehow the sun rises once again and all shadows are chased away.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Adopt the pace of nature.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
This is a box filled with the sorrow of all the people who have been forgotten & some day it will wash the world clean.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The glow of one warm thought.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Keeps her memories extended years back, so it makes everything she hears now seem very far away.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Not all those who wander are lost.
