Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
In the depths of winter I finally learned there was in me an invincible summer.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. It promises light like the careful undressing of love ...
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Life is made up of moments, small pieces of glittering mica in a long stretch of gray cement.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Faith is the art of holding on to things your reason has once accepted, in spite of your changing moods.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
That night, there were storms & far away she saw purple lightning & someone left the window open & the room filled with a swirl of butterflies & she slipped out quietly without anyone noticing & I'm sure the grief was softer because of that.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
I'm on my way to the future, she said & I said, But you're just sitting there listening & she smiled & said, It's harder than you'd think with all the noise everyone else is making.