“The sweetest melody that plays on starry nights and wintry days, most soothing to my listening ears and calming to beleaguering fears, I call a symphony on air― the song of sweet, still silence rare.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“We forget that the sweetest joys are found in the simplest acts: hugs, laughter, quiet observation, basic movements, holding hands, pleasant music, shared stories, a listening ear, an unhurried visit, and selfless service. It is sad we forget a truth… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Truth is, I’m generally happiest when it’s just me. It’s okay to be madly in love with yourself.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“As ofttimes as it rains on my little spot of earth, you'd think I'd grow accustomed to the gloom.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Two powerful, little words I've learned to use when facing challenges, fears, and doubts— so what? ” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“ Happily-ever-afters don't come in happily-every-days . They are found at the end of challenges-ever-met, promises-ever-kept, and tears-ever-wept.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Curiosity killed the cat, but not before teaching her that honey bees are not sweet, tweeting birds are slow to react, mice can serve as both toys and food, big dogs like to snuggle, falling isn’t flying, cream drips from lazy cows, water should be avoided at all costs, baths don’t require getting wet, kindness and cruelty often fall from… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share
“A session of boasting won't attract any real friends. It will set you up on a pedestal, however, making you a clearer target.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Memories of past. Heartaches of old. Courage of brass. Lessons of gold.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Mystery, why so attractive to me? You blind me with fear, place hope on my tongue, and with a cold kiss draw me forward.… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“It's amusing to me that we refer to people who live in their heads as detached, disturbed, or mad, when reality for anyone is… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Such a nasty bruise,” he says, staring straight into my eyes. I am stunned he can see it. Delicate to the touch and tender on every side, the bruise is deeper than days. My hand automatically moves to my chest. Science taught me with valid assurance that my heart was fixed in my rib cage, but life has since shown… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share
“You would think those who have endured unkindness would be kinder as a result, intent on sparing others the awful suffering they abhorred firsthand.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“While you judge me by my outward appearance I am silently doing the same to you, even though there's a ninety-percent chance that in… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
