“God blows on the leaves, they turn to gold, and we call it autumn.” — Joyce Rachelle Copy Share Image
“We all grow tired eventually; it happens to everyone. Even the sun, at the close of the year, is no longer a morning person.” — Joyce Rachelle Copy Share Image
“If you can't write, read. If you can't read, walk. Or walk and read, then write.” — Joyce Rachelle Copy Share Image
“I know I can't own a hilltop, a meadow, or a mountainside. But keeping it a secret somehow makes it mine.” — Joyce Rachelle Copy Share Image
“There is comfort, even among strangers, when people find something they are equally passionate about.” — Joyce Rachelle Copy Share Image
“We don't usually wish we were invisible unless, for some extreme reason, we were noticed first.” — Joyce Rachelle Copy Share Image
“There's something very enticing about an empty bench under a tree. And if it's facing a river, that's the bench for me.” — Joyce Rachelle Copy Share Image
“What happens in my next chapter depends on whether I wake up feeling creative or murderous.” — Joyce Rachelle Copy Share Image
“Always make an effort to be around people who will help you grow.” — Joyce Rachelle Copy Share Image
“If I don't talk about it, it's either very displeasing or very precious to me.” — Joyce Rachelle Copy Share Image
