Richelle Quotes

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.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Barking at people earns their respect about as effectively as staring into the sun improves your vision.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

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.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

The communication block between men and

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

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

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

When we all pass from this life and gather on the other side, the only thing each of us will have is his own story to tell.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

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

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Pride is not your friend. He would have you think he is, that he affords you strength and courage, but in truth he robs you of your health and by slow, diluted degrees steals your might. He is a crafty and cunning liar who would have you think that stubborn, unapologetic, superior, boastful, and popular are admirable traits. Pride would convince you that being right is more crucial than being kind. He would have you sever relationships, even turn your back on family and friends rather than utter a humble apology. To do so is beneath you, pride would say. He would have you fight like a raptor and gnash your teeth while jutting out an inflexible jaw to defend and protect him, regardless of who is hurt in the process. He would use and demean you in order to puff up and fortify himself. He would destroy your life and every meaningful association before casting you aside without a hint of remorse. Again, Pride is not your friend.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Sometimes ideas flow from my mind in a raging river of stringed sentences; I can scarcely scribble on the page fast enough to keep up with the mental current. Sometimes, however, beavers move in and dam the whole thing up.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

A writer writesregardless...even though...notwithstanding...despite...at any rate...anyhow...nevertheless...in the face of...undeterred by...heedless of...and because.The true writer simply continues to write.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Sometimes when I prepare to write, I feel the same sensation wash over me as if my toes were curling over the brink of a high cliff, my gaze peering downward into a dark pond, and I anxiously wonder, will the water prove deep enough? Will my words be satisfactory?

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

I might be tempted to socialize more if the conversations taking place around me were half as interesting as the dialogue going on inside my head.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

I write so others might contemplate things that are out of the ordinary. I write to make people feel—to cause laughter and tears and anger at injustice. I write so the world will imagine and wonder at crazy, incredible truths. I write to have a tiny bit of influence on a universal conscience.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Twitter is a serious writing distraction. As are grapefruits. The two have nothing else in common.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

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

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

I love writing poetry because it's pretty. I love writing pretty.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

No matter what you write, no matter how meticulous and painstaking the creation process, someone is going to laugh, scorn, and dissect your work with criticism while another quietly falls in love with it.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Someone described a writer's world as tormented, and I had to laugh.  A tormented writer?  I personally wouldn't have put those two words together.  Emotions have the power to torment a soul, yes, I agree to that.  But writers, through the formation of our characters, delve so often into the depths of a vast range of emotions that we earn the advantage.  For we've examined every little thrumming, fracture, spark, pang, and darkening of the heart to a point that we understand and appreciate the necessity and strength of emotions as well as the cause and effects manipulating them.  We understand.  We can imagine.  We sympathize.  Our knowledge is power over the torment of emotional ignorance.  I would suggest that those truly tormented are the readers of our works because those poor souls shall never know with such clarity and sentiment all the tiny little details that make our characters breath, move, and live before our very eyes.  Perhaps, if torment does lurk among writers, it comes simply through knowing more about an imagined friend than can ever be adequately expressed in words.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

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

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

There are days when writing is within my power and a story unfolds along a course I've already chosen.  And then there are days when the words breathe on their own and take me by the hand, leading me along unfathomed paths.  Either way, the end result is this author's fairytale.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

If you plan to build walls around me, know this—I will walk through them.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

You are right, I do fall down a lot. But that wouldn’t be true if I never stood back up.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Like yeast, it’s impressive how considerably an ounce of determination can make one’s efforts grow and expand.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

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

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Life is just repeated attempts at trying to do better.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

It's an unfortunate fact that I'm easily discouraged. But the fortunate truth is I'm stubborn as hell and near impossible to sway in my resolve.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Brazen it out! Throw away the scabbard! Grit your teeth, buckle down, and die with your boots on! Or in other words, be determined and resolved until you accomplish the thing you set out to accomplish.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

To the romantic soul, the rituals of Valentine's Day echo every day of the year.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

This day is the most recent set of events to define you. Every day changes your life. Every last one.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Tomorrow is an illusion suggesting that another chance always exists.  It is a dangerously false illusion.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

The only thing better than imagining Dimitri carrying me in his arms was imagining him shirtless while carrying me in his arms.

~ Richelle Mead

There's nothing worse than waiting and not knowing what'll happen to you. Your own imagination can be crueler than any captor.

~ Richelle Mead

what's your name?what? i asked, squinting at the light.your name. I reconized Dr. Olendzki peering over me.you know my name.I want you to tell me.Rose. Rose Hathaway.Do you know your birthday?Of course I do. Why are you asking me such stupid things? Did you lose my records?Dr. Olendzki gave an exasperated sigh and walked off, taking the annoying light with her. I think she's fine

~ Richelle Mead

Wow. I hadn't thought Dimitri could be any cooler, but I was wrong. You beat up your dad. I mean, that's really horrible...what happened. But, wow. You really are a god.He blinked. What?Uh, nothing.

~ Richelle Mead

Roza. His voice had that same wonderful lowness, the same accent . . . itwas all just colder. You forgot my first lesson: Don’t hesitate.

~ Richelle Mead

By the way, my name's Rose Hathaway. I'm seventeen years old, training to protect and kill vampires, in love with a completely unsuitable guy, and have a best friend whose weird magic could drive her crazy.Hey, no one said high school was easy.

~ Richelle Mead

It’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay. You can let go of the sword.I can’t. I can’t leave him alone. I have to protect him.You have.

~ Richelle Mead

Perhaps, if you weren't so busy regarding my shortcomings, you'd find that I do possess redeeming qualities, discreet as they may be.  I notice when the sky is blue.  I smile down at children.  I laugh at any innocent attempt at humor.  I quietly carry the burdens of others as though they were my own.  And I say 'I'm sorry' when you don't.  I am not without fault, but I am not without goodness either.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Call me crazy for asking this, but, um, are Lissa and I going with you?NoNo?No.

~ Richelle Mead

With a few swift steps, Adrian stood in front of me again. The wall was only a couple inches behind me, and I had nowhere to go. He made no threatening moves, but he did clasp my hands and hold them to his chest while leaning down to me.“No, you will listen. For once, you’re going to hear something that doesn’t fit into your neat, compartmentalized world of order and logic and reason. Because this isn’t reasonable. If you’re terrified, believe me—this scares the hell out of me, too. You asked about Rose? I tried to be a better person for her—but it was to impress her, to get her to want me. But when I’m around you, I want to be better because… well, because it feels right. Because I want to. You make me want to become something greater than myself. I want to excel. You inspire me in every act, every word, every glance. I look at you, and you’re like… like light made into flesh. I said it on Halloween and meant every word: you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking this earth. And you don’t even know it. You have no clue how beautiful you are or how brightly you shine.

~ Richelle Mead