Richelle Goodrich Quotes - Page 11

You cannot know what I do not tell you, yet you will be judged harshly for not knowing.

There are few things better than losing yourself in a book. And if you're lucky enough to have that adventure continue in a series, it's like chocolate ganache on the icing on the cake.

When you devalue ethics and morals by proclaiming that our attitude toward them should be casual or lenient, you can't be surprised by a rising generation who then behaves disrespectfully, treating life, people, and choices as if they possess little value or worth.  For whether or not that was the intention, society has taught them to believe thusly.

Happiness is feeling confident that the god of this universe is pleased with the things you say and do.

Books are carnival rides for your imagination.

Evil might not prevail in the end, but it certainly doesn't fail to devastate in its time.

The world is full of opinions. But I am not searching for opinions, I'm searching for truths.

The key to valuing something is to lose it and then realize how rare it was—after which you pray like mad to regain what you foolishly lost. The value of an item often depends upon how hard it is to attain.

Isn’t it strange how a lamb can feel like a lion when comparing itself to a mouse, whereas a lion feels like a lamb when measuring itself against dragons?

I squinted at the western sky behind Thaddeus, a blood-red smear melting into blackness. Twisting my neck, I glanced the opposite direction. My teeth clenched at a magnified, round moon nearly as scarlet as the portending sunset, its luminous face half masked by hazy cloud cover. Hatred, vengeance, anger……such emotions coursed through my veins in a poisonous concoction that muddied my mind, impelling me to grip my sword tighter and fight with every ounce of strength I possessed against those who threatened my family - my kind. Currently, Thaddeus was behaving as such a threat, using his powers of persuasion to condone human sacrifice for some outrageously perceived good. He wanted an offering for the monsters; a desperate, futile offering of human flesh that would in no way protect the other villagers from being mauled as he promised.

Past and Present I know well; each is a friend and sometimes an enemy to me. But it is the quiet, beckoning Future, an absolute stranger, with whom I have fallen madly in love.

Christmas is like candy; it slowly melts in your mouth sweetening every taste bud, making you wish it could last forever.

Christmas, when observed with the right spirit, still has the power to call miracles from Heaven to Earth.

Who told you it was too late? And more importantly, why did you choose to believe them?

We wait for the rains to cease, the clouds to part, and the sun to shine before saying life is good. Ironically, it is because we endure the storms that life seems so wonderfully bright at their passing.

Beauty that pleases the eye is a frail, fleeting illusion. But that beauty capable of pleasing the heart can endure endlessly.

What a mother wants is to hold her babies when they’re small and to be held by them once they’ve grown tall. It’s empty arms a mother dreads.

Aging is a mortal term that my immortal spirit doesn't quite grasp.

To encourage me is to believe in me, which gives me the power to defeat dragons.

The spirit of Christmas exists in harmonious carols like those sung by angels on the day of Christ’s birth.

Funny thing how when you reach out, people tend to reach right back. Best, then, to make sure your hand is open and not fisted.

The trait I regard most highly in a man is kindness. Thoughtful, consistent kindness. All other qualities—whether charming, witty, handsome, enterprising, powerful, seductive, or ingenious—wither in comparison to a truly kind man.

The captain put his fingers to his temples as if he had a headache. “So, let me get this straight. Edgar, an immortal, who I assume is as unscrupulous as his sisters, tried to take that bracelet from you

Gratitude is the real treasure God wants us to find, because it isn't the pot of gold but the rainbow that colors our world.

The calling that has been thrust upon you is likewise as demanding and daunting. I understand how you feel, believe me. But we need you, Eena. I would say I’m sorry, but……honestly I’d have no other woman take your place. You are exactly what we need. And yes, it does require a great deal of sacrifice, but you don’t have to bear these burdens alone. We are all here to help you. And believe me there isn’t one of us who wouldn’t give his last breath to defend yours so you might go on to heal Harrowbeth. Don’t block us out. Don’t think you have to stand alone. Please wake up and know that I understand. And I promise I won’t say, ‘I told you so.’” The room fell quiet. Eena didn’t move. Derian could see how her breathing continued smoothly in and out just as before. “I’ll give you some chocolate if you wake up.” It was a last-ditch effort. “I’ve got plenty of it, and I don’t care for the stuff.

Knowledge gained is as useless as prideif filed away and never applied.

Forgiving yourself can prove as difficult as licking a scab off your elbow.

Don't ever give up. Don't ever give in. Don't ever stop trying. Don't ever sell out. And if you find yourself succumbing to one of the above for a brief moment, pick yourself up, brush yourself off, whisper a prayer, and start where you left off.But never, ever, ever give up.

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

World peace, true love, and happily-ever-afters amount to wasted wishes, failed endeavors, and most precious dreams.

To fight discouragement, remind yourself of the basics: I can write.I have the opportunity to do so. I love what I write. Now smile and be thankful.

Never give up.This applies to more than goals and dreams, it is a maxim for basic daily struggles. It shapes one's life, including the will to continue to live. It supports love and committed relationships; it bolsters hope, faith, and charity; it is power in every area of existence. Never give up on anything or anyone of any worth, especially yourself.

Always be good, but be wickedly beautiful.

Though I love you to the core of my being, so thoroughly that every cell comprising me aches to be near you, I must accept that we can never be together. For our existence parallels the sun and the moon—a temptation in constant, beautiful view, yet if the sun were ever to kiss the moon it would devour the heavenly orb whole. Oh, my darling, if only I were the moon! Then I would dare taste your lips and be happy for my last and final joy! But alas, I am the sun, and I will not venture to destroy the one I love.

As sunlight is for flowers, and sustenance for the mortal shell, music is for the human soul.

All truth starts out as a wish; hence, reality is born from fairytale."from—"My Aquarius

I made a sorry face in response to such strong insistence, but I couldn’t believe him. Fantasies were exactly that..…..fantasies. Whimsy. Wishes. Mere castles in the sky without foundation or substance. Dreams didn’t come true. To believe so would be to believe falsely, to surrender to madness, to give in to an unreliable hope that would crush me once again as it always, always did!

I read so I might live a thousand lives in a lifetime. I write to control the particulars in those lives.

If people were kinder, the world might cease weeping.

The world seems to want us to be sad and angry because bad things frequently happen. But I say we should feel the opposite. We should be happy and cheerful because good things happen. We should be delighted to see the sun rise and stars glow and rainbows color stormy skies. We should savor every simple breath and eat each meal with gratitude. We should slumber in sweet dreams and relish moments of laughter and love. We should take more notice of the joys and kindnesses that do exist, still dictating the actions of millions of good people all over the world. Life is filled with pleasant moments, not just grief. We should be happy because this is true.

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

Church was never meant to be a place for gods to gather, but for devils wanting to shed their horns for halos.

An artist is merely a tool with which art molds itself.

There are far too many silent sufferers.  Not because they don't yearn to reach out, but because they've tried and found no one who cares.

It's okay to be absurd, ridiculous, and downright irrational at times; silliness is sweet syrup that helps us swallow the bitter pills of life.

Every once in a while God allows you to stub your toe as a kind reminder to be grateful for the miraculous body attached to it.

The direction you choose to face determines whether you're standing at the end or the beginning of a road.

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

What are you most thankful for?” she asked.My reply came easily. “Being too blessed to have any hope of answering that question.

One bad turn does not excuse another.

Laughter is magic that dispenses clouds and creates sunshine in the soul.

Daydream. Because you can't accomplish what you've never fully imagined.

It's strange how in childhood it feels like tomorrow won't come until the end of forever, but in adulthood it feels like the end of forever could come tomorrow.

Gavin stood within the trees, observing her from the shadows. He watched the basket rise to her nose as she closed her eyes to sniff at its contents. A smile told him it smelled delicious, but she didn’t open the container to pinch off a sample. Instead, the basket lowered to swing at her side as it had previously done.tAll at once the air was filled with soft singing--a sweet, merry tune comprised of ludicrous lyrics. It was impossible not to grin at the

Beauty exists, even in unlikely places. The key isn't to open your eyes but to open your heart.

The power of a smile is such that even drawing a happy face on a piece of paper makes your lips turn up.

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

What is the spirit of Christmas, you ask?  Let me give you the answer in a true story...On a cold day in December, feeling especially warm in my heart for no other reason than it was the holiday season, I walked through the store sporting a big grin on my face.  Though most people were far too busy going about their business to notice me, one elderly gentleman in a wheelchair brought his eyes up to meet mine as we neared each other traveling opposite directions.  He slowed in passing just long enough to speak to me."Now that's a Christmas smile if I ever saw one," he said.My lips stretched to their limit in response, and I thanked him for the compliment.  Then we went our separate ways. But, as I thought about the man and how sweetly he'd touched me, I realized something simply wonderful!  In that brief, passing interaction we'd exchanged heartfelt gifts!And that, my friend, is the spirit of Christ~mas. 

Misery is a river of tears that whispers my name in a constant hiss.

Vengeance, retaliation, retribution, revenge are deceitful brothers—vile, beguiling demons promising justifiable compensation to a pained soul for his losses. Yet in truth they craftily fester away all else of worth remaining.