Richelle E. Goodrich Quotes

If I expect nothing of you, it will be far easier to forgive your offenses than if I place my whole world in your hands.

Children harbor a great many doubts and sorrows that could be eased by a loving hug from a parent.

Maybe there is no such thing as success—a final destination where you arrive once and for all. Maybe existence is a never-ending journey of peaks and valleys and forever chasing dreams.

A smile is a light that sets your inner self aglow, letting others know you’re home.

Through sheer volume of passing days you will travel a great distance in your lifetime. Imagine where you might stand if your footsteps steered toward a single goal.

Life is a valuable and unique opportunityto discover who you are.But it seems as soon as you nearanswering that age-old question,something unexpected always happensto alter your course.And who it is you thought you weresuddenly changes.Then comes the frustrating realizationthat no matter how long life endures,no matter how many experiencesare muddled through in this existence,you may never really be ableto answer the question....Who am I? Because the answer, like the seasons,constantly, subtly, inevitably changes.And who it is you are today,is not the same person you will be tomorrow.

Courage doesn’t defeat fear or erase fear or adjust to fear. Courage acts, plain and simple, in the midst of fear.

If the world appears abundant in smiles or overwhelmed by scowls, you might ask yourself if you're not to blame.

She imagined him leaning against the shuttle, entertaining thoughts of scolding her for dressing like a ragged commoner. Never mind that her present outfit was light years ahead in comfort.(Actually, he’s wishing he had been less critical of you earlier. He feels bad that you won’t acknowledge his presence, and he blames himself.)(Quit it, Ian. I’m not going to feel sorry for him.)She caught her protector’s shrewd grin, highlighted by the fire’s glow. (You already do, Queenie.)(This talent of yours is really annoying.)He leaned close to her ear and whispered, “That’s not what you thought earlier when you wanted to get ahold of Efren.” “One tiny rosebud in a handful of thorns,” she retorted.

Though I may accumulate a great deal of riches in this world, it is only my wealth of knowledge, talents, and emotional bonds that I keep when I leave.

I’ve had the kind of bad day no quote can fix.

I finally figured out the big, elusive secret to weight loss. Don't eat! Who knew?

Love is not complicated—just smile, hug, kiss, be kind, and repeat.

To laugh continually is to never laugh at all. For it takes the periodic sound of sorrow from which to distinguish the sound of joy.

Beauty is a behavior. As is ugliness.

Had she any respect for him at all, his words would've affected her. But no value accompanies comments spewed from the mouth of a brute.

I never realized how much you meant to me until someone spoke your name and an irrepressible, goofy grin stretched my lips.

There is love and then there is fluff. Nothing else.

Only a fool believes that his actions don't shape the world.

Some birthdays make you happy.Some birthdays bring you down.Some birthdays make you jump for joyWhile others paint a frown.Regardless of your feelingsOr if you’re far or near,The earth was blessed this special dayWhen Heaven placed you here.

Art doesn’t bare itself to just anyone, but to believers called artists.

You stand a better chance of bringing pretend to life through the power of belief than you stand any chance of erasing what's real by refusing to believe.

When I ask you to be my valentine, I’m not asking you to love me. I’m simply asking you to accept tokens of my love for you.

I like bubbles in everything. I respect the power of silence. In cold or warm weather I favor a mug of hot cocoa. I admire cats―their autonomy, grace, and mystery. I awe at the fiery colors in a sunset. I believe in deity. I hear most often with my eyes, and I will trust a facial expression before any accompanying comment. I invent rules, words, adventures, and imaginary friends. I pretend something wonderful every day. I will never quit pretending.

They tell me you're the best and the worst thing to have happened to me, but I do not see how it can be both. For if my death resulted from your presence, an everlasting sleep would have me dreaming happily of us together. I see no bad in that. Therefore, you must be the best thing to have ever happened to me because you make the worst seem wonderful.

Three carefully stringed words are worth more than a book of gibberish. It's not the word count but the impact of those words that counts.

Do we ignore the needyto spite the greedy?Or share and defenddespite those who pretend?

Man is dust. Rue is rain. Life is mud.

Alas, impatience is but another form of unhappiness. It is true, it is true. I have never met a happy impatient person.

No matter how loud the sirens or how numerous the hazard signs, we all touch the flames at least once to prove they're hot.

My world burns severe.Pockets of sweltering air attack every inch of me exposed, heated by fire spewed forth from the lungs of dragons. For defense I raise a glowing sword that shines by virtue of powers contrary to those I fight against. It is a battle that rages on and on for as long as any man can endure. But there are days I feel I cannot―drained and weary unlike these monsters that lash at me as if sustained by an abiding fervor in their bellies. The battle is harsh and my weapons

Moments always blossom more beautifully in memories.

It is a greater triumph for the fearful soul who tries and fails than for the fearless who succeed.

The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze and orchestrates a rise of goose bumps on my skin.

Your face is engraved in my mind. I can’t erase it. I don’t want to. Because as much as I hate you, I love you. And I love you unforgettably.

Dreams aren't finish lines to be reached at the close of a race. They don't suddenly materialize, fulfilled, where the road ends. The entire journey is included in the dream―all of it from beginning to forevermore. You're on that journey right now; hence, you're living the dream. Enjoy it.

If there weren’t so many interesting conversations taking place inside my head, I might venture to speak out loud.

The best fathers have the softest, sweetest hearts. In other words, great dads are real marshmallows.

Who cares who's right or wrong when the last word is a kind apology?

Life may dawdle along in minutes but don't be deceived, for it will sprint by in years before you even notice.

The first real day of spring is like the first time a boy holds your hand. A flood of skin-tingling warmth consumes you, and everything shines with a fresh, colorful glow, making you forget that anything as cold and harsh as winter ever existed.

If you mess with dragons, you will get burned. Don’t say no one warned you.

Christmas is a whisper of peace and a sigh of hope on the lips of love.

In one way or another,you owe your life to Mother.

I dream of defeating tyrants and ogres as well as circumstances and consequences that I cannot conquer in life. I dream of a love as sweet and addictive as chocolate-coated rose petals yet as tenacious as a thirsty vampire and as enduring as immortality. I dream of things improbable and boldly insane.

Snowflakes fall from high.Flurries lift and twirl below.The world has turned white.

Laughter can deflate almost any problem down to its proper size.

When you understand that faith is God’s muscle at your disposal, moving mountains doesn’t seem so extraordinary.

A session of boasting won't attract any real friends.  It will set you up on a pedestal, however, making you a clearer target.

I slay dragons at night while you sleep. I see by the way your face contorts how they exist in your dreams. Willing a magic sword, I plunge into your deepest nightmares and swing at the beasts with all my might, dodging flames exhaled by monsters that would eat me alive to go on torturing the fair one I love. I see your face relax, eyes still drowsily closed, when the mighty dragon is slain. It may be that my fingers rub soft circles on your forehead as I imagine my brave fight as a knight reclaiming your dreams. You smile under the spell of my touch, and I am rewarded. And so, my love, as I await the dawn, I stand ready to slay dragons while you sleep.

The search only ends when you finally find the one who truly gets you.

They say to never look back.But sometimes I do. It’s gratifying to see how far I’ve come.

Forgive and forget is the divine ideal. Grappling with the hurt while biting your tongue and struggling to refuse justifiable vengeance―that's closer to human reality.

Sail through the good days, and on bad days pick a spot of blue sky to steer toward.

Someday my children will look fondly on the annoying things I did and see them clearly as evidence of love.

It's advice, not a commandment.Don't swallow it whole until you're absolutely sure you've been given good, healthy advice.

When a child truly understands his grand potential, he looks to the stars not simply to make a wish but to chart a destination.

When I finally find that one willing agent, I'll have found my prize in the Cracker Jack box.

The fact is, the man who’d begotten me didn’t want me. In his eyes I should never have been born. And perhaps that would’ve been best. As it was, my existence had proven to be nothing more than a nuisance for everyone. I angered my father, brought strife upon my mother, irritated my teachers, and annoyed the other children who were forced to interact with me in school. All by simply being. tWhen you aren’t loved, you aren’t real. Life is cold, like the stone against my palm.

Hindsight is always easier than the dreadful moment of decision.