Richelle Quotes

It’s a difficult thing having a heart made of glass, people don’t seem to realize how easily it shatters. How often I’ve swept up the pieces and carefully glued them back together.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

It seems my heart is made of tissue paper, I wish the world would handle it more delicately.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

There are things that make no sense,that seem unreal,that can’t be grasped or understoodor explained,that maybe don’t even exist…And still, somehow, those wonderful things touch and change our lives.Isn’t it strange?

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Thank you,” I managed to say.Replying with a nod, he approached my horse. “Here, let me help you—”I slipped down myself before he could lend a hand, keeping the fur hide in my possession. “I’m not suddenly incapable because I wear a dress, Thaddeus.”“I wasn’t suggesting….” Wisely, he let the issue drop.Lifting an arm, he offered it to me. That’s when I noticed my sword in sheath belted to his waist.“That’s mine!” I declared, reaching for the hilt.Thaddeus managed a quick side-step. He hardened his jaw at my look of incredulity. I would only wait momentarily for an explanation. “I know the sword is yours, Catherine, everyone knows that. But you’re too beautiful tonight to ruin that radiant look with an ugly, leather belt strapped about you.”I was starting to think the man was using compliments as a weapon to defend himself against me. It did work to temper my anger somewhat.“I brought the sword as a cautionary act, just in case those nasty werewolves show up. Seeing how I’ll be standing beside you all evening, the blade will be at your disposal if needed.”I accepted his reasoning and stood down. “Besides,” Thaddeus added, apparently feeling safe, “what’s yours is mine now anyway.”I glared at the fool. “That works both ways, you know.”He rolled his eyes and shrugged. “If it must.”Again, he offered me his arm which I grudgingly accepted.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Stop tormenting Derian.”“Me?” Edgar gaped at her with a clearly fake look of innocence.“Yes, you.”“And what about you? When will you stop tormenting him?” Edgar moved past the young queen to approach the unmoving captain. He circled the man as though he were checking out a statue on display “I’m not tormenting him; why would you say that?”“You have the poor guy believing you actually intend to marry him.” Edgar stopped to fix the captain’s collar, raising it up high and stiff around his

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Eena worried to Ian in her thoughts. (You’re not going to let him walk away thinking what I think he’s thinking, are you?)(You won't change his mind. The evidence is a little suggestive. You should have just stayed behin

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Eena turned aside, breathing shallowly as her mind raced with questions. She was glad he couldn’t read the confusion that swooped her up like a passing tornado. Was it even possible to genuinely love more than one man? Yes. Oh, yes.She knew it because her heart irrefutably felt it. She loved Derian; it was true. She wasn’t trying to convince herself of it, no matter what Edgar said. She yearned deeply for her captain. But she loved Ian too. She always had. Only she purposefully, appropriately, had set those feelings aside when he made the decision to pursue Angelle. But Angelle was gone now. No, Eena thought to herself, this changes nothing. She scolded her heart for longing for something spent and ended, for even considering the possibility. Her with Ian? No, no, it had to remain in the past.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

I hate you, Edgar. I hate you with all my heart.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Some books mirror reality while others are entirely fantasy. My favorite are those that manage to weave both into a world.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

How crazy it would be if the moon did spin and the earth stood still and the sun went dim!How absolutely ludicrous if snakes could walk and kids could fly and mimes did talk!How silly it would be if the nights were tan and the mornings green and the sun cyan!How totally ridiculous if horses chirped and spiders sang and ladies burped!How shocking it would be if the dragons ruled and the knights were daft but the fish were schooled!How utterly preposterous if rain were dry and snowflakes warm and real men cried!I love to just imagineall the lows as heights,and the salty, sweet,and our lefts as rights.Perhaps it is incredibleand off the hook,but it all makes sensein a storybook! 

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Reality and fantasy are not two separate spheres but one whole. They are like a world's atmosphere―reality behaving as a low front, fantasy a high front. Each remains somewhat distinguishable and yet they swirl and join, affecting and manipulating the other. One cannot perceive where reality ends and fantasy begins, but life would grow stagnant and die without the influence of both.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

I survive on moments of make-believe happiness.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Imagine fantasy and pretend as neither fantastical nor pretended.....and then believe it.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

There should ne’er be a timeWhen a duty or dimeDoth outshineThe importance of family.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

I always envisioned myself as traveling the ocean of life in a rowboat where my mother was one oar and my father, the other. Having two good, solid oars made rowing much easier.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Oh, how terribly backwards, and yet sadly common, it is to sit scowling at family all the day long and then quickly put on a smile for strangers who drop by.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Family gathersto share good noise and good food.Gratitude abounds.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

My brain tends to take the scenic route. Things come to the forefront of my mind sooner or later, it just takes time.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

You made me laugh at your jokes.You made me cry at your criticism.You made me shout at your lies.Then I noticed how in every case someone else was present, hearing you without laughter or tears or anger.I alone reacted.I see now; you never made me laugh or cry or rage.I chose to find humor.I chose to take offense.I chose to feel scorned.The truth is, you never had power over me.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

It is the image of physical brawn, sheer force, and commanding volume we so often associate with might. But I have found the might of an army exists in the faith of a child and in quiet, earnest prayers as well as in the heart of one who loves.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

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.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

It is an incapacitating emotion one feels upon hearing the whispered words I still love you after deeply hurting that soul. Forgiveness isn't weakness.It is power.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Laughing in the face of danger doesn't negate the fear, it simply enables you to smile at it.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

The most powerful and courageous heroes I know are those who bite their tongues when justification, validation, temptation, or vengeance would have them strike with truthful, hurtful words.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

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

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Mad fearlessness is not courage. The only requirement for courage is a good heart.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Courage isn’t being a dragon. Neither is it behaving like a dragon. Nor is it taking up arms to fight and defeat dragons. Courage is being a lamb standing with poise among dragons.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Reality depends a great deal upon one believing what he sees—or seeing what he believes. Either way.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Reality is a background so painted over by our own perceptions that every eye sees the world differently.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Theories look great on paper until reality scribbles all over the page.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Life is not what happens to us, it is what we perceive has happened to us.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Dreams become reality once the dreamer goes beyond imagining and acts them out.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

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

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Be happy. Be happy for no reason at all. Believe it or not, you have the ability and free agency to make that choice.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

I can and will improve the world.I will smile, show kindness, and be grateful.I refuse to be unhappy.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Happiness simply forms like a rainbow in the kindest and most grateful hearts.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

The secret to happiness is elusive because it is a paradoxical truth. To gain happiness, you must first cease pursuing it. Things perceived to provide happiness are like shiny, pretty bubbles that lure us this way and that way, chasing after their glossy buoyancy. But once they are handled, they “pop”—empty—vanishing along with the hope that happiness could ever be captured. Happiness cannot be caught or won or purchased or even handled. Happiness simply forms like a rainbow in the kindest and most grateful hearts.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Imagined happiness is still happiness.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Giddy is a grin and giggles and that glint of goofiness in your gaze.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Happiness must be a jealous pet. When you try seeking yours out, it tends to keep hidden. But as soon as you turn to help a friend find his, your own happiness comes bounding out of the darkness like some crazed animal.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich