Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
If you are a dreamer, come in. If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, a hoper, a prayer, a magic-bean-buyer. If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire, for we have some flax-golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in!
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The higher we soar, the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
If only for the twinkling of a tiny galaxy.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The truth dazzles gradually, or else the world would be blind.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
You belong with me.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
And the world spins madly on.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
... Life overflows without ambitious pains; And rains down life until the basin spills, And mounts more dizzy high the more it rains As though to choose whatever shape it wills ...
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
If you hold on to the handle, she said, it's easier to maintain the illusion of control. But it's more fun if you just let the wind carry you.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
When I die, she said, I'm coming back as a tree with deep roots & I'll wave my leaves at the children every morning on their way to school & whisper tree songs at night in their dreams.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The future is no place to place your better days.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Slow heart. Dark weight. Down love. Black canvas. Revolve within. You understand.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Only as high as I reach can I grow, only as far as I seek can I go, only as deep as I look can I see, only as much as I dream can I be.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Poetry of the senses.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Take a pair of sparkling eyes.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
A forest hymn
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The only thing you take with you when you're gone is what you leave behind.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
We grow great by dreams.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The glow of one warm thought.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
All you need is love.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Let not thy will roar, when thy power can but whisper.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
All the charm of all the Muses often flowering in a lonely word.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Everybody should have his personal sounds to listen for - sounds that will make him exhilarated and alive or quiet and calm.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
... There was the hum of bees, and the musky odor of pinks filled the air.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The horizon leans forward ...
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
The heights charm us, but the steps do not; with the mountain in our view we love to walk the plains.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
People only see what they are prepared to see.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
All human beings are also dream beings.