richelle-e-goodrich

I love when the sun plays hide-n-seek for a few days because its invisibility often goes unnoticed. The world seems content that its presence behind the clouds is enough. But as soon as that brilliant sun jumps into the open sky once again__hining in full splendor__ur closed eyes automatically turn toward it, and we bask beneath a warm and tender touch, grateful all the more that our glorious sun exists.

Life is a bonfire where everyone else has brought marshmallows, and you__ stick.

I've yet to find another soul who believes in me with the same fervency as my mother.

Saying 'I'm sorry' is saying 'I love you' with a wounded heart in one hand and your smothered pride in the other.

There are no rest stops on the road of life. Otherwise they'd be congested with traffic.

A monster's worst fear is of being found.

Obsessing over something that has jarred your world is called coping.

There are times you find yourself standing by the wayside, watching as someone struggles to dig a well with a spoon, and you wish with all your heart you had arms and a shovel.

My life is a fairytale stuck at the climax.

It's silly to think the left eye would envy the right or that one foot would be jealous of the other, and yet so often it is the case.

Laughter and love are their own forms of exercise meant to keep a body healthy.

I was breaking down, wanting to fade away and cry, yet I feared ever being invisible again. My head lowered to conceal my humiliation behind a curtain of hair where I trembled as if sobbing.__ey, Gwen, it__ okay. It__ okay. Calm down.__ yearned to feel Daniel__ soft touch meet my temple and then trace along my ear, brushing back the hairs from my face. What I wanted was the comfort his caress always afforded me. He moved as if he would grant my wish, realizing at the last moment that neither of us possessed the power to touch the other.__our hair, Gwen.__ refused to do what he wanted. I didn__ care for him to see the shame plainly visible in my features. But the next thing I knew, his blue eyes were staring up at me from the ground, a glare reflecting off his glasses. The guy had dropped his books to fall over for a clear view of my face. His desperation made me laugh.__t__ going to be okay, Gwen, I pro

Twinkle tiny star.Oh, how great you truly are!God's sign from afar.

Making a wish is fun to do.Dreaming it out is much fun too.Work, and your wish just might come true.

Be careful what you wish for. It may turn out that making the wish was the only good part.

I'm a sucker for curiosity's whims.Does that make me a cat person?

Moms are life's number one cheerleaders without uniforms.

The actual secret to success: Be a better friend today than you were yesterday.