Richelle Goodrich Quotes

It's easy to offer advice on trials that have caused you to stumble. It's harder to talk about those that have knocked you flat.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Giving advice is like seeing an elephant in someone’s path and suggesting they remove it. Heeding advice requires forcing the elephant to budge. Huge difference.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

It's easy to give advice on trials that have caused you to stumble. It's harder to talk about those that have knocked you flat.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

With the best of intentions you toss me a lifeline. Failing to see how a piece of rope will do me any good, I ignore it and drown.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Why so eager to jump in and direct someone else's life when you can't stick to your own goals and resolutions?

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

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

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Take it one step at a time—inarguably wise advice. And yet we all take a running leap, hoping the wind will catch us on its wings and lift us clear to the top of the beanstalk. Those few Jacks who have reached new heights in this manner inevitably wish they had taken more time to prepare for the overbearing giant who greeted them.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

It's one thing to give out excellent advice, but quite another to personally swallow it.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

It's frustrating when our best efforts to help people fail. But if we could see life through their weary eyes and experience their trials with the same frayed emotions, we might understand why.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Gratitude is medicine for a heart devastated by tragedy.  If you can only be thankful for the blue sky, then do so.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

He gestured at me. “Do you like the blanket?”I nodded. “It’s warm.”“I made it. Well, actually, I didn’t skin the animal, but I did kill it….after the others pinned it down. It’s werewolf skin.”My heart faltered; I gripped at a wad of black fur.“I slayed the beast for you, Catherine. I used your sword. It was your grandmother’s idea actually, a wedding present. You mentioned how chilly you g

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

It is darkness that reveals the brightest stars and most ardent wishes.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Death was a quiet evil, unavoidable like the dark night and defenseless sleep and tearful sorrows. It had hunted her down and slithered close, wanting only to smother every last flicker of

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

It seems there is more interest in sunsets than sunrises. Perhaps because innately we fear the dark.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Evil exists in this world because it has its place. For had you never sat blindly through the darkness of night, your eyes wouldn't turn toward the sunrise to appreciate its warmth and illumination.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

The night creeps in by subtle degrees while a show of fierce colors attracts and distracts me. I look up, suddenly aware of remote lights scattered overhead. I gasp as the last streak of fire dies on the horizon, and I comprehend it all too late. That crafty, dark night has swallowed my world whole.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

By small and simple sentences, great books come to pass.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Every exceptional writer holds a Master of Arts in Daydreaming.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

For the real writers, every decision is either write or wrong.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

It's a phenomenal experience jumping from the devious mind of a sorceress bent on conquering the world to the compassionate musing of a queen capable of healing life with a touch—all in a flicker of thought. That's why I love writing.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

A writer writes knowing that nothing else will elicit the same kind of satisfaction and personal triumph as molding the written word into a reader's great experience.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Write at a pace that doesn't surpass your creative flow. Don't be hasty; don't be sloppy. Don't forfeit impressive writing for an impressive word count. Because eventually it will all have to be edited, and you'll find that it is harder to make bad writing good than to make good writing better.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Socially interacting with a storyteller can be a frustrating challenge because a portion of her awareness is constantly sorting through the details of a developing book. And while you may successfully engage in a meaningful conversation with her, an additional part of her mind is frantically sifting through descriptive lines to be used if ever she were to write this exchange down. The trouble with writers is that they are ALWAYS writing!

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Write the ending first and then you'll know before the opening sentence that it's going to be a good book.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

To most, being locked away in solitary with nothing but pen and paper would prove a hard punishment. What a strange creature who views this as heaven.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

If we were always given a choice as to every path presented us in life, a multitude of roads leading to priceless treasures would forever go untraveled.Be grateful for your adversities. From toil and triumph evolves a life worth li

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

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

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

When it comes to the crusty behavior of some people, give them the benefit of the doubt. They may be drowning right before your eyes, but you can't see it. And you would never ask someone to drown with a smile on his face.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

You cannot fully understand a person's need until you have endured the same need. As hard as you may try to predict and comprehend their situation and suffering, I guarantee you'll fall short until you've been there.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Things always appear clear and simple from behind glass. It is in the thick of tribulations that blurring details arise, complicating my life. You can't rightly judge me, nor can you assist, from a shielded viewpoint.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Silly little monster” all would say.They’d scratch its head and turn awayuntil it snatched their tiny noses.They couldn’t even smell the roses!Ever after, every childdreaded monsters, fierce or mild.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

A dragon grows in leaps and bounds,Like troubles mounting by the pound.Its stature heightens day to day,Imposing dread and deep dismay.A paralyzing roar it gainsWhile from its snout hot fire rains.It sees you shrink. Your fear it knows.And by the hour the nightmare grows.Unless you slay the dragon soon,Your troubles may become your doom.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

You tell me that yes, I can do it. I know. And I may do it, if I so choose.You tell me that no, I cannot. I say, Oh? I shall do it, since you refuse!

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Death lurks in the shadows, just out of view. Now and then I see his reaching hand, uncertain of the blurry image that passes before my eyes, but conscious of the crippling influence of his touch. Some say Death rears an ugly head, so hideous a view the beholder can scarcely gasp their last breath. Others call him beautiful, a sweet relief to look upon. But these are rumors babbled by the unknowing. For Death is like the gorgon, Medusa, who when perceived, turns the body to stone. Those who know Death take the knowledge of his shadowed face with them to wherever it is he leads our dearly departed by the hand. All who are left behind must wait their turn to glance into the eyes of the one who will close our mouths forever.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

What if dragons breathed bubbles and purred when they cuddled and giggled at chivalrous knights for their troubles?What if dragons felt soft, having scales made of cloth,and they moved rather slow like a brown-throated sloth?What if dragons were shyand did easily crywhen confronted by characters callous and sly?What if dragons did goodbut were misunderstoodso men mercilessly slew the beasts right where they stood?What if dragons aren’t missedbecause there is no listof extinct types of quarry that now don’t exist?

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Sipping teawith gleebeneath a gooseberry tree.I wish Alice were here.Oh, my dear,do not fear,she will be.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Sound.Noisethe air employs.Melodies sweet.Tweet, tweet, tweet.Soft. Loud.A roaring crowd.Cluck. Caw. Crow.Tet, tet. Tis, tis.Guttural growl.Harrowing howl.Drip, drip, drip.Tap, tap, tap.Moan and groan.Endless drone.Ding, dang, dong.A church bell song.Vibrations in my earto hear.Sound.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

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.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

I scared a little porcupineand caught a quill in my behind.It hurt so badly in my tail,but tugging on it made me yell.The porcupine was still around,so I complained. He simply frownedand said, Stop whining! Look and seehow many quills are stuck on me!

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Determined, I riseand face the dawn with resolve.This time I will win.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich