Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Come, said my soul.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
When she held out her arms, the world itself wrapped around her & held her tight.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
These knees have stories, she said, but they'd have to be a mouth to tell you.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Stand still. The trees ahead and bush beside you are not lost.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Follow the gleam.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
This is a bag filled with dreams & recipes for soup & she's deciding right now which she's really hungry for.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The visible reminder of Invisible Light.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
People do not seem to realize that their opinion of the world is also a confession of character.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Weave the wind.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The future is no place to place your better days.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
This only weighs a lot if you've forgotten to do the stuff you wanted to do all along.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
To swirl in the air that knows not day or night, like sand within the whirlwind's eddying cage.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
These thousand hills roll ever on.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
I hear the far-off curfew sound, over some wide-watered shore, swinging slow with sullen roar.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Do I dare disturb the universe? In a minute there is time ...
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
I've always liked the time before dawn because there's no one around to remind me who I'm supposed to be, so it's easier to remember who I am.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Let us go in; the fog is rising.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water.
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:
The flames burn down deep in my soul.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The higher we soar, the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
In the heart of the world there is a place that holds the secret names of the rocks & the trees & all the children of the earth & around it gather women & men who hold it dear ...
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
There’s no secret to balance. You just have to feel the waves.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Music and silence combine strongly because music is done with silence, and silence is full of music.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Forward, forward let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
There is a place where the sidewalk ends and before the street begins ...
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
This is a tree on fire with love.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty, and in the same field, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before, and which shall never be seen again.
