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Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

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Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.

Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.

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I am moved by fancies that are curled around these images, and cling: the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing.

I am moved by fancies that are curled around these images, and cling: the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing.

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Love at the lips was touch as sweet as I could bear.

Love at the lips was touch as sweet as I could bear.

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30

Sin and love and fear are just sounds that people who never sinned nor loved nor feared have for what they never had and cannot have until they forget the words.

Sin and love and fear are just sounds that people who never sinned nor loved nor feared have for what they never had and cannot have until they forget the words.

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22

Wings.

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21

Life is about using the whole box of crayons.

Life is about using the whole box of crayons.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

29

Surface.

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14

Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.

Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

27

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart.

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart.

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17

Drifting.

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32

There is poetry in the horizon.

There is poetry in the horizon.

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28

I carry you with me into the world, into the smell of rain & the words that dance between people, & for me, it will always be this way, walking in the light, remembering being alive together.

I carry you with me into the world, into the smell of rain & the words that dance between people, & for me, it will always be this way, walking in the light, remembering being alive together.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

31

Bittersweet October.

Bittersweet October.

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62

Find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows, the light and dark which that thing provides.

Find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows, the light and dark which that thing provides.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

19

Quiet spaces.

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30

He ploughs the waves, sows the sand, and hopes to gather the wind in a net, who places his hopes in the heart of a woman.

He ploughs the waves, sows the sand, and hopes to gather the wind in a net, who places his hopes in the heart of a woman.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

50

Daydreamer.

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24

Lean.

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18

Life is a tide.

Life is a tide.

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Life is simple, it's just not easy.

Life is simple, it's just not easy.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

46

My soul is in the sky.

My soul is in the sky.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

57

Live in rooms full of light.

Live in rooms full of light.

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60

A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.

A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

36

I don't belong to any generation.

I don't belong to any generation.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

33

If only for the twinkling of a tiny galaxy.

If only for the twinkling of a tiny galaxy.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

22

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.

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.

The blood jet is poetry. There is no stopping it.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

Today and always, beyond tomorrow.

Today and always, beyond tomorrow.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

19

Keep your eyes on the stars and your feet on the ground.

Keep your eyes on the stars and your feet on the ground.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

33

Of two sisters one is always the watcher, one the dancer.

Of two sisters one is always the watcher, one the dancer.

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51

Disillusion can become itself an illusion.

Disillusion can become itself an illusion.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

24

Imagination. Imagination. Imagination.

Imagination. Imagination. Imagination.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

25

Summer isn't a time.

Summer isn't a time.

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Standing alone in her grief for as long as it takes to remember it is also a thing that binds us together.

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

22

Up.

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All that glitters.

All that glitters.

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Embraced.

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15

Up in the air.

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11

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.

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

15

So we grew together.

So we grew together.

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15

Filled to the brim with dangerous thoughts & nowhere to put them since she lives in a small town & everybody's always watching.

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

37

Wrapped up in you.

Wrapped up in you.

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30

Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.

Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.

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18

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.

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

35

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.

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

43

The day is dawning.

The day is dawning.

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35

Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.

Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.

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66

To the top of the world.

To the top of the world.

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36

I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.

I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

39

In the vacant places.

In the vacant places.

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54

We are born believing.

We are born believing.

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It's hardest to love the ordinary things, she said, but you get lots of opportunities to practice.

It's hardest to love the ordinary things, she said, but you get lots of opportunities to practice.

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71

There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.

There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.

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31

In the depths of winter I finally learned there was in me an invincible summer.

In the depths of winter I finally learned there was in me an invincible summer.

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Be an opener of doors for such as come after thee, and do not try to make the universe a blind alley.

Be an opener of doors for such as come after thee, and do not try to make the universe a blind alley.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

25

Stars will blossom in the darkness, violets bloom beneath the snow.

Stars will blossom in the darkness, violets bloom beneath the snow.

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34

But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.

But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

39

The opposite of loneliness, it's not togetherness. It is intimacy.

The opposite of loneliness, it's not togetherness. It is intimacy.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

32

Naked as paper to start.

Naked as paper to start.

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31

The birds brought seed & flowers & bits of brightly colored string & placed them in her hair while she slept so that she would remember the wild joy of spring when she finally awoke.

The birds brought seed & flowers & bits of brightly colored string & placed them in her hair while she slept so that she would remember the wild joy of spring when she finally awoke.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

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I know why the caged bird sings.

I know why the caged bird sings.

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43

Likes to smile a lot until you want her to & then she says 'Enough of that' & she thinks of other things to do.

Likes to smile a lot until you want her to & then she says 'Enough of that' & she thinks of other things to do.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

48

He has paid us the intolerable compliment of loving us in the deepest, most tragic, most inexorable sense.

He has paid us the intolerable compliment of loving us in the deepest, most tragic, most inexorable sense.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

39

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 ...

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

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Light though thou be, thou leapest out of darkness; but I am darkness leaping out of light, leaping out of thee.

Light though thou be, thou leapest out of darkness; but I am darkness leaping out of light, leaping out of thee.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

34

Bright eyes.

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I cannot say where you are. Unreachable by prayer, even if poems are prayers. Unseeable in the air, even if souls are stars.

I cannot say where you are. Unreachable by prayer, even if poems are prayers. Unseeable in the air, even if souls are stars.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

45

Light gatherer.

Light gatherer.

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Le mystère de l'amour est plus grand que le mystère de la mort.

Le mystère de l'amour est plus grand que le mystère de la mort.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

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She followed the sun & she followed the stars & in dreams they listened closely for the beginning of all things, for that was where they knew they'd find each other.

She followed the sun & she followed the stars & in dreams they listened closely for the beginning of all things, for that was where they knew they'd find each other.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

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Marriage – a book of which the first chapter is written in poetry and the remaining chapters written in prose.

Marriage – a book of which the first chapter is written in poetry and the remaining chapters written in prose.

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Love—thou are Veiled.

Love—thou are Veiled.

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Never let go.

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O no, she said, you can't say just anything to the wind. Only the deepest secrets will do.

O no, she said, you can't say just anything to the wind. Only the deepest secrets will do.

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Life is made up of moments, small pieces of glittering mica in a long stretch of gray cement.

Life is made up of moments, small pieces of glittering mica in a long stretch of gray cement.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

Out of the dark we came, into the dark we go.

Out of the dark we came, into the dark we go.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

No man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.

No man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

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We shall by morning inherit the earth.

We shall by morning inherit the earth.

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Bundled.

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Listen to what she says with her eyes.

Listen to what she says with her eyes.

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A spring returns, and they more youthful made; but man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.

A spring returns, and they more youthful made; but man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

Faith is the art of holding on to things your reason has once accepted, in spite of your changing moods.

Faith is the art of holding on to things your reason has once accepted, in spite of your changing moods.

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75

Poetry of the senses.

Poetry of the senses.

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Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

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To be at the very center of the world and yet to be unseen of the world.

To be at the very center of the world and yet to be unseen of the world.

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39

Think of bicycles as rideable art that can just about save the world.

Think of bicycles as rideable art that can just about save the world.

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Never less idle than when wholly idle, nor less alone than when wholly alone.

Never less idle than when wholly idle, nor less alone than when wholly alone.

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57

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.

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

69

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.

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.

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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Rebecca Tabor Armstrong

72

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.

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.

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Your love will be safe with me.

Your love will be safe with me.

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This is a bag filled with dreams & recipes for soup & she's deciding right now which she's really hungry for.

This is a bag filled with dreams & recipes for soup & she's deciding right now which she's really hungry for.

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The visible reminder of Invisible Light.

The visible reminder of Invisible Light.

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Follow the gleam.

Follow the gleam.

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