richelle-e-goodrich

One of the most troubling facts I have had to accept is that people are not all angel or all devil. They are both good and awful to varying degrees and in varying circumstances. On any given day, dependent upon the situation, you will be confronted by either the devil of a person or the angel of the same person or a curious mix of both. This means you can, and most likely will, love and hate the same individual alternately throughout your life. This truth I find painfully heartbreaking.

You cannot know what I do not tell you, yet you will be judged harshly for not knowing.

Chew off a little every day, because it__ hard to swallow a whole pie at once.

Life's greatest lessons were not shown to me, read to me, illustrated or explained to me; they happened to me.

Knowledge gained is as useless as prideif filed away and never applied.

What I've learned about writing is that sometimes less is more, while often more is grander. And both are true.

The rarest, truest beauty is visible only to the heart.

The real beauty of a woman is most clearly seen in the smiles of those who interact with her.

Nothing can squelch your fire except turning your back on the thing that fuels it.

Weakness drives us to set goals, to try harder, to put forth more effort, to dream and wish and hope, to reach out further and down deeper, to pray earnestly, to cry mightily, to understand and empathize with valid sincerity. In truth, weakness is a catalyst for greater strength.

My favorite words in the world are these: in conjunction.They question curiosities in simple form and function. is a query of broadest scope. is wonder that fuels all hope.Together they lasso the mind like rope, and spur the wildest deductions!

Life can seem like a gloomy wait in the thick of black shadows.And still there are those who smile at the darkness, anticipating the beauty of an eventual sunrise.

On Hallows Eve, we witches meetto broil and bubble tasty treatslike goblin thumbs with venom dip,crisp bat wings, and fried fingertips.We bake the loudest cackle crunch,and brew the thickest quagmire punch.Delicious are the rotting flieswhen sprinkled over spider pies.And, my oh my, the ogre brainsall scrambled up with wolf remains!But what I love the most, it__ true,are festered boils mixed in stew.They cook up oh so tenderly.It goes quite well with mugwort tea.So, don__ be shy; the cauldron__ hot.Jump in! We witches eat a lot!

Life is a voyage across troubled waters where our days are often spent clinging to the top of the highest mast, scouting for a comforting glimpse of shore.

If you couldn't sense heat, you'd not be alive. And if that heat never grew uncomfortable, you would never move. And if you were stagnant__nchallenged by unpredictable flares__ou would never grow capable of shielding yourself from harsher flames. So yes, life was meant to drag you straight through the fire.

The sun shines every day without being told that it is brilliant. The mountains stand tall and majestic though no one informs them of their grandeur. The winds twirl and dance with clouds, minus cheers or compliments to inspire their moves. Flowers bloom, showing off colors, long before passing smiles acknowledge any beauty. The ocean claps at its own underwater chorus without topside ears listening. What is the world trying to tell you? Be wonderful because you are. Quit waiting to be told so first.

There are few things better than losing yourself in a book. And if you're lucky enough to have that adventure continue in a series, it's like chocolate ganache on the icing on the cake.

It's mind-boggling how many different worlds people live in on this one planet.