Richelle Goodrich Quotes

My mother does not own my hands, though she works hard to train them. My mother does not own my eyes, though she frequently directs their focus. My mother does not own my mind, though she yields great influence upon it. My heart, however, she owns completely, for it was hers the day I was born.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

One of the strongest loves I’ve ever witnessed is the love a mother has for her child.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Sunshine warms us, as do smiles—which makes me think that smiles are sunbeams reflected off our teeth.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

I never knew what Mother knowed,Like how a thread and needle sewed,And how a kiss healed boo-boos fast.Why family knots were made to last.I never knew how Mother sawA caring man in angry pa,A smile beneath the teary gloom,A game inside a messy room.I never knowed what Mother knew,Like how to smile when days were blue,And how to laugh for laughter’s sake,While giving up her slice of cake.I never saw what Mother see’dLike honor pulling garden weeds,Or deep confessions in a look,And hope alive in storybooks.I never knew how Mother knowedTo hand out carrots when it snowed,And why hot cocoa liked the rain,While naptime kept a person sane.For mother knowed and see’d it all.A winner in a strike-out ball.A 'yes, please' in a shoulder shrug.A 'love you mostest' in a hug.Perhaps, someday, I’ll come to knowWhat Mother saw and knowed as so.Like how 'I’m right' can be all wrong,And why the night requires a song.But of the things I learned and knewI never doubted one thing true.My mother made it crystal clear,she knowed and loved me ever dear.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

It’s simply this:the Irish kiss,a snog o’ bliss,be blessed luckfrom any miss.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

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.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Be sure to wear greenon March seventeen,or else Irish leprechauns pinch your bones clean!

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Impatience is racing at misery full speed.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

On Easter we wrap up pretty, little decorated eggs symbolizing life and renewal. We do this because of the intangibility of a promised gift, which is the eventual resurrection of the body, restored to its finest forever state. Easter celebrates life and the idea of its eternal value, most notably the life of the gift-giver who demands nothing in return. He is your Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Things that remind me of Mother are these:the truth ‘mid deception, a warm summer breeze,the calm within chaos, a stitch in a rip,a comforting blanket, the smile on her lip,an ocean of love in a heart big as whales,the morals in everyday stories she tells,a wink amid laughter, the wisdom in books,the peace in humility, beauty in looks,the light and the life in a ray of the sun,the hard work accomplished disguised as pure fun,concern in a handclasp, encouragement too,the hope in a clear morning sky azure blue,the power in prayers uttered soft and sincere,the faith in a promise, and joy in a tear.These things all attest to the wonder and graceof my precious mother, none else could replace.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

I wear my wrinkles like battle scars, having earned every last one slaying life’s dragons. They boast of my victories and some defeats while their beauty is a wealth of wisdom gained.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

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.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

There is no poetry without want. Desperate want.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

The whispers you hear in your ear that you fear in the air everywhere,they are ghosts.The moans and the groans in the lowest of tones no one owns or condones, they are ghosts.You might deem them gremlins or water or wind,while others say shadows or rodents or sin.But oh! I say no! ‘Tis not so, child, for lo!The chills that you feel in a thrill that proves goose bumps are frightfully real,they are ghosts!

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

It seems there's confusion at this time of yearregarding the reason for Christmas.From shopping for presents to spreading good cheer,the world makes an overly huge fuss.But Christmas is not for the gifts we exchange.It's not about sleigh rides or sweet candy canes.Nay, Christmas is simple. A time to recallChrist's gift of atonement He gave to us all.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

To believe in yourself is to light a spark with the potential to start a fire.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

You can do things. Do you know this?Do you believe it?You should.It’s true.You can do great things.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

I know they don’t respect the lives of others…”“Mortals,” he specified, “who exist for a brief moment and then die off.”Her voice rose as she argued with him. “I speak of people with very valued lives, Edgar. It may seem like a moment to you, but to me it is eternity.”“That makes no sense.”“It makes perfect sense, Edgar! Life is valuable—period. And because mine can be easily taken away, it becomes even more valuable and precious. Yours, you take for granted because you’ll never lose it. Mine, I cherish because it’s fleeting. For that reason alone I can argue that my life is of the greatest worth.”His eyebrows pulled together over a tangled scowl. She couldn’t tell if he was trying to understand her reasoning or if she had merely managed to upset him.“Never mind,” she mumbled. “I don’t think you can appreciate what you’ve never experienced.“That works both ways, Amora.”“Whatever.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Too often we let others stamp a price tag on us, and we accept their appraisal of our worth, forgetting we are in fact priceless.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

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

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Treats and tricks.Witch broomsticks.Jack-o-lanternsLick their lips.Crows and cats.Vampire bats.Capes and fangsAnd pointed hats.Werewolves howl.Phantoms prowl.Halloween’s Upon us now.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

You breathe.You feel.You seeand hearand smelland tasteand thinkand moveand laughand weepand healand danceand singand love.Thank your mother.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Anyone who takes the time to listen is either an old soul or a romantic one.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

A pumpkin lives but once a year when someone sets its soul afire and on that night it stirs up fear until its flame is snuffed.But e'en one night of eerie light is fright enough.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

The coldest day in fallis at the Hallows Evening ballwhere ghoulish funavoids the sunas monsters mingle wall to wall.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

I do listen. I just wait for the words to stop and your eyes to speak.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

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

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

A Halloween flower,if ever there was one,would smell like an onion,have thorns like a rose.With charcoal black petalsand vines that entangle,t'would grow under moonlightin mud, I suppose.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

The truth is, when you have little to do, you do very little. But when you have much to do, you do much. So it should make sense that by taking on more than you can handle, you accomplish more than you ever dreamed you could. And so it is.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Witches cackle.Goblins growl.Spectres boo,And werewolves howl.Black cats hiss.Bats flap their wings.Mummies moan.The cold wind sings.Ogre’s roar.And crows, they caw.Vampires bahahahaha.Warlocks swish their moonlit capes.Loch Ness monsters churn the lake.Skeletons, they rattle bonesWhile graveyards crack the old headstones.All the while the ghouls, they cryTo trick-or-treaters passing by.Oh, the noise on Halloween;It makes me want to scream!

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

One day a week I seek to rest from earthly toil and sorrow.Revitalized, I find the strength to battle new tomorrows.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

If all of our sins, bad habits, and poor choices were permanently inked into our skin like tattoos, we would all dress quite modestly.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

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

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Love in its essence is unconditional. When conditions, exceptions, and ultimatums are cast into the mix, its purity changes. It is no longer love and should be referred to by a less-desirable name.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

You are mistaken, he is not a gentleman but a sir. Just a sir. For a gentleman is grander and a rare acquaintance.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

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

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Love is the ultimate no-calorie sweetener.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

How easy it is to slip.How hard it is to climb.How wise it is to keep in stepAnd never fall behind.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Sometimes the craziest laugh in the world is the only one that will save your sanity.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

If we were to behave half as well as we believe others ought to behave, we might prove ourselves as grand in character as excuses and justifications prevent us from being.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich