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:
The blood jet is poetry. There is no stopping it.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Today and always, beyond tomorrow.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Keep your eyes on the stars and your feet on the ground.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Of two sisters one is always the watcher, one the dancer.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Disillusion can become itself an illusion.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Imagination. Imagination. Imagination.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Summer isn't a time.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Standing alone in her grief for as long as it takes to remember it is also a thing that binds us together.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
All that glitters.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Embraced.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Up in the air.
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:
So we grew together.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Filled to the brim with dangerous thoughts & nowhere to put them since she lives in a small town & everybody's always watching.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Wrapped up in you.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.
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:
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:
The day is dawning.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
To the top of the world.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
In the vacant places.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
We are born believing.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
It's hardest to love the ordinary things, she said, but you get lots of opportunities to practice.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
In the depths of winter I finally learned there was in me an invincible summer.
Rebecca Tabor Armstrong:
Be an opener of doors for such as come after thee, and do not try to make the universe a blind alley.
