richelle-e-goodrich

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

Hate is loud. Love, however, is so pleasantly felt it has no need to be heard.

The moon is my fear.The sun is my heart afire.The stars, my love songs.

Superman__ scourge is kryptonite. Fear__ kryptonite is laughter.

Fear is not respect. It is but a conniving, little weasel next to that mighty lion. They are a far, far cry from the same animal.

Dragons are a manifestation of things we fear. More often than not, those fears prove to be just as daunting and just as imaginary.

Fearing the night won__ keep the sun from setting.

Fear confronted me, and I stood paralyzed. He seemed a formidable, abiding presence. Then a voice whispered, __ear not._ Fear not, I thought with desperate longing. Oh, how I wanted to heed those words__ut how? Hour after hour, day after day, fear refused to budge while I remained paralyzed. And so I let him make my choices; what else could I do? Alas, he never once chose well for me.

Fear never scaled one mountain, never stepped up on a stage, never accepted a challenge, never tilled new ground, never walked in a race; he never even dared to dream. Fear failed to slay a single dragon. Remember this before you choose to keep his company.

Fear comes at me like a massive bull with lowered horns ready to gore. But I have learned of the insubstantial nature of fear: if I stand my ground, it will pass right through me.

If you dream your problems at night and live your problems by day, you are suffering the effects of paralyzing toxins delivered by the sting of worry, stress, and fear. You must detach yourself from these leeches if you do not wish to be irreversibly poisoned.

Hey, pretty book, why don__ you lie in my lap awhile?

Experience is the catalyst for all great stories.

Time passes_..and a billion lives are affected in ways we__l never know.

Father always said that money doesn__ grow on trees. Well, time doesn__ grow on trees either.

Time is a power of its own, and it may be the only power by which some miracles come to pass.

Rare and precious moments, how I long to live with you eternally! If only your sweetness never ceased to touch my lips, and the flutters you evoke nevermore faded away. I dream of your arm extended immeasurably to keep hold of my reaching hand. But Father Time, being a cruel master, will not grant such a wish. And so I tuck you away as cherished memories, stored in a treasure box buried in my heart. And in times of solitude, I shall bring you out to view like rainbows.

Had life not given me reasons to grieve, I would never have known the healing power of a hug.