richelle-e-goodrich

My soul, I__e found, has puppet strings to make me droop or give me wings.And music is the puppeteerthat turns my ear to hear.

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

Life is music to which you choreograph your own dance.

People search the world over looking for someone to love them, when they should be searching for someone to love.

My ears interpreted a mix of nearby voices as calm, friendly, ordinary chatter. With that as background noise, I enjoyed the silent attention of my mate. The way his hand brushed softly over every inch of my bare skin tempted my eyelids to close and my mind to wander, but I kept focused, not wanting to miss a moment of admiring this beautiful man and his seductive, wild look. I felt a flood of emotion set in, born from absolute, interminable love for him. I wished for the voices to cease, for time to halt, for the moment we were living to replay over and over and over again perpetually. The world could have its gain and glory, its vengeance and victories. All I wanted was the enduring love and attention of this man who most assuredly was my soulmate.

Are you ready to go home, Catherine?_ he asked. __t__ warm inside the house. I kept a fire going for you.__ continued looking at him, unsure how to respond. __hanks,_ I managed to say and then glanced in the direction of his house__ur house. __ell, you are my wife. And I know you don__ like the cold.____ his wife, I thought to myself. He had said the words as if that simple fact made it necessary to be both thoughtful and kind. As if having gained a wife or husband meant having also gained her or his concerns, and hence the need to consider the person__ needs, wants, and preferences as strongly as one__ own. It struck me as a perfect description of what marriage ought to be. An agreeable notion that had not entered into my petty way of viewing matrimony. I would have assumed it to be above Thaddeus_ egotistical mindset as well.__atherine?_ he said again, watching me regard him with a quizzical expression. __re you ready to go home?__ nodded, which made him smile.

Pain defines moments in the lives of all human beings. The trial is not the endurance of pain but the choices we make regarding how to endure.

I felt sad.I felt cold.I felt hurt.I felt forsaken and lonely.I felt doubtful and hesitant.I felt scared and deeply worried. I felt different, unknown, and unwelcome.I felt empty and woefully neglected.I felt weak and intimidated.I felt withdrawn and shy.I felt utterly hopeless.Then you held my hand, and I felt better.

Every single voice__o matter how soft the peep__ongs to be heard.

Numerous times throughout history, a single person has made a tremendous impact on the world. I don__ know why anyone would think that can__ still happen.

Why is the eye considered a reliable judge when it knows nothing of love or intelligence?

Books are carnival rides for your imagination.

When someone tells me to 'just relax,' I wonder why they don__ hand me a book?

Art doesn__ bare itself to just anyone, but to believers called artists.

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

Art and the artist meet in stages, slowly revealing themselves until both are satisfied with what the other has become.

Beauty is a behavior. As is ugliness.

The only two words you should ever say to a mirror are "Hello, Beautiful.