richelle-goodrich

It is darkness that reveals the brightest stars and most ardent wishes.

He gestured at me. __o you like the blanket?__ nodded. __t__ warm.___ made it. Well, actually, I didn__ skin the animal, but I did kill it_.after the others pinned it down. It__ werewolf skin.__y heart faltered; I gripped at a wad of black fur.__ slayed the beast for you, Catherine. I used your sword. It was your grandmother__ idea actually, a wedding present. You mentioned how chilly you g

Gratitude is medicine for a heart devastated by tragedy. _If you can only be thankful for the blue sky, then do so.

It's frustrating when our best efforts to help people fail. But if we could see life through their weary eyes and experience their trials with the same frayed emotions, we might understand why.

It's one thing to give out excellent advice, but quite another to personally swallow it.

It's advice, not a commandment.Don't swallow it whole until you're absolutely sure you've been given good, healthy advice.

Take it one step at a time__narguably wise advice. And yet we all take a running leap, hoping the wind will catch us on its wings and lift us clear to the top of the beanstalk. Those few Jacks who have reached new heights in this manner inevitably wish they had taken more time to prepare for the overbearing giant who greeted them.

Why so eager to jump in and direct someone else's life when you can't stick to your own goals and resolutions?

It's easy to give advice on trials that have caused you to stumble. It's harder to talk about those that have knocked you flat.

With the best of intentions you toss me a lifeline. Failing to see how a piece of rope will do me any good, I ignore it and drown.

It's easy to offer advice on trials that have caused you to stumble. It's harder to talk about those that have knocked you flat.

Giving advice is like seeing an elephant in someone__ path and suggesting they remove it. Heeding advice requires forcing the elephant to budge. Huge difference.

Most are unaware of their tremendous worth and boundless potential, despite possessing both.

Mystery, why so attractive to me?You blind me with fear, place hope on my tongue, and with a cold kiss draw me forward. Wary and trembling, I follow.

A warm feeling fell over the boy. A mix of security and comfort, as if a blanket were wrapping its soft layers around his heart and nuzzling him snuggly. Gavin loved his mother, and he would be forever grateful to his father for protecting her. The whole mystery behind it made him itch with curiosity, however.

Abandoned.The word alone sends shudders down a sensitive spine, troubling the thoughts of pained souls as their hurt swells in ripples. It is a sentence of undesired solitude often pronounced on the innocent, the trusting__dministered without warning or satisfactory cause. One day the moon is yours, or so you believe. The next, his countenance transforms from Jekyll to Hyde with no intention of ever turning back, and you are left trampled upon in a deserted street, concealed by dirty fog that squelches all illumination or any hope for future rays of light. It is the worst of mysteries why a beast considered noble would forsake his duty, exhibiting a heart of stone. And all who once looked on him, now turn down their eyes and suffer, beguiled. Some poisons have no antidote, but are slow, silent, torturous ends that curl up the broken body swept into a cold, dark corner. There she is left to drown in her tears__ dying heart.Abandoned.

I understand it was Derian who spoiled everything. He purposefully tainted your view of me and forced you to go along with him. I know none of what happened was your idea or your desire, Eena.__he didn__ get up, but spoke from her curled position. Her voice was weak, still heavy with despair. __erian didn__ force me to do anything.___ut if he hadn__ influenced you, we would be enjoying a pleasant dinner again, telling stories and laughing. I__ sure that would be the case. You would be happy_and so would I.__ena chuckled without amusement.__ou have to admit we shared some very enjoyable evenings, didn__ we? There__ really no reason we can__ put this whole mess behind us and start from where we left off._ He sounded genuinely serious.__ou forget,_ she reminded him, __ heard your conversation with the Ghengats. This isn__ about Derian, it__ about you.___lright,_ he admitted with an acquiescent sigh, __o I__ not everything you__ hoped for. But really, what man can ever live up to any woman__ terribly high expectations?__his got her attention. She almost stood up to face him, but decided it wasn__ worth the effort. Leaning forward, she retorted, __xpecting a man to respect you, to be honest with you, and, oh yes, to not be a shameless murderer__ don__ think those are overly high expectations!__e shrugged, casually excusing his faults. __obody__ perfect.___hat do you want?_ she finally asked, exasperated.He squatted to her level and stated his desire. __ want you.__ena thought the expression on his face__he look in his weary blue eyes__ppeared strangely sincere. But there was one thing she had learned from all this: never trust a master of deceit.

The road of life is paved with daily successes, a great number of them penny and nickle triumphs. Sadly, these little feats are often seen as worthless__ven failures__ecause we dream of greater gain. Our greed keeps us focused on a gleaming pot of gold waiting at the end of some elusive rainbow. And, despairing a big loss, we fail to see the value in small achievements.