Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The truth dazzles gradually, or else the world would be blind.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Take a pair of sparkling eyes.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
You need both the sun and the rain to make the colors appear.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Your flames are spreading.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Listen to what she says with her eyes.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
A million million worlds that move in peace.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
This is one of the exact centers of the universe & it's in charge of a lot of the beautiful & amazing things we'll take for granted in the future.
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:
Time is too slow for those who wait.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
A city is a place where there is no need to wait for next week to get the answer to a question, to taste the food of any country, to find new voices to listen to and familiar ones to listen to again.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Life, for eternal us, is now.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
All human beings are also dream beings.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
To be at the very center of the world and yet to be unseen of the world.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Never less idle than when wholly idle, nor less alone than when wholly alone.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
He hangs in shades the orange bright, like golden lamps in a green night.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Think of bicycles as rideable art that can just about save the world.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Places where the light & rain get in with no regard for your virtues or reputation.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
So you enjoy living in the light, with happiness and stillness.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
My little spirit, see, sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Love is always open arms.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Poetry of the senses.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
How frail the human heart must be — a mirrored pool of thought.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
All you need is love.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Let your life lightly dance on the edges of time like dew on the tip of a leaf.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Every wall is a door.