Quotes about richelle

It’s a difficult thing having a heart made of glass people don’t seem to realize how easily it shatters. How often I’ve swept up the pieces and carefully glued them back together.

It seems my heart is made of tissue paper I wish the world would handle it more delicately.

Life is not what happens to us it is what we perceive has happened to us.

I don't doubt that you think you love me what I doubt is your understanding of love.

The only ship you can truly steer in this ocean is the one you're sailing. Quit trying to alter the winds harness them.

No one stands at the beginning of a race and then finds himself at the end having never taken a step forward. And if that were to happen—the sweat and struggle avoided—what stories would he have to tell? The goal includes the journey it's all part of the dream.

Kind words are salve to a cankered soul spread generously.

I see the good in the world because I choose to. I don't imagine that it's there it's there waiting to be noticed.

People are drawn to you because you make them feel happy I understand that. But wouldn't it be nice to have people flock to you wishing for your happiness?

Some things can't be taught they can only be discovered.

Discouragement is like a scorpion in your shoe it takes courage to toss it out so you can move on.

True greatness demands humility the journey draws it from your struggling soul.

I can overlook the lie what's harder to ignore is the grotesque way it has marred your character.

Life is mental it's all about attitude. The majority of it is lived in your head.

Beware of giggle grins they are highly contagious.

I love happy people they’re like smile magnets.

You need tell me nothing I already know your heart. Through your simplest choices you've given yourself away.

Your life is not a simulation it's the real game. Play wisely.

Your opponent's wrong doesn't automatically make you right. Most fights aren't about who's right they are contention over degrees of wrongness.

Some people do not like you that’s a given. So what?

The cup is both half full and half empty it has never been one or the other. Stop obsessing over a trivial point and be thankful you have something to drink.

You are mistaken he is not a gentleman but a sir. Just a sir. For a gentleman is grander and a rare acquaintance.

There are many pitfalls in life one is dwelling on blame. It’s pointless. Move on.

We change when circumstances necessitate it we adapt because we have to. The real challenge is to change when circumstances don’t demand it at all.

Stand tall on the summit after a tedious climb. Take in the remarkable scenery and the exhilaration of accomplishment. But don't pause for long there are greater mountains to climb while you still possess the drive and capacity to do so.

Powerlessness is an excruciating pain it is torture insurmountable.

You're not a tree. So move make something happen.

A good dose of fantasy is exercise for your sensibilities it keeps your avatar strong.

Happiness isn't reserved for privileged individuals. It is a state of mind that can neither be bought nor stolen nor traded it is a liberty available to anyone.

I laugh for sheer medicinal purposes because I feel I might die otherwise.

Every book is its own black hole. Don’t fight the pull find out where it takes you.

Guilt cannot change you it can only hint that there’s something worth your effort to change.

Look down the road I’m traveling and you will see my goal it’s there on the path. Probably closer than it appears. Life tends to roll that way.

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.

Death was a quiet evil, unavoidable like the dark night and defenseless sleep and tearful sorrows. It had hunted her down and slithered close, wanting only to smother every last flicker of

It seems there is more interest in sunsets than sunrises. Perhaps because innately we fear the dark.

Evil exists in this world because it has its place. For had you never sat blindly through the darkness of night, your eyes wouldn't turn toward the sunrise to appreciate its warmth and illumination.

The night creeps in by subtle degrees while a show of fierce colors attracts and distracts me. I look up, suddenly aware of remote lights scattered overhead. I gasp as the last streak of fire dies on the horizon, and I comprehend it all too late. That crafty, dark night has swallowed my world whole.

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

He gestured at me. “Do you like the blanket?”I nodded. “It’s warm.”“I made it. Well, actually, I didn’t skin the animal, but I did kill it….after the others pinned it down. It’s werewolf skin.”My heart faltered; I gripped at a wad of black fur.“I slayed the beast for you, Catherine. I used your sword. It was your grandmother’s idea actually, a wedding present. You mentioned how chilly you g

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—inarguably 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.

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

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.

Silly little monster” all would say.They’d scratch its head and turn awayuntil it snatched their tiny noses.They couldn’t even smell the roses!Ever after, every childdreaded monsters, fierce or mild.

A dragon grows in leaps and bounds,Like troubles mounting by the pound.Its stature heightens day to day,Imposing dread and deep dismay.A paralyzing roar it gainsWhile from its snout hot fire rains.It sees you shrink. Your fear it knows.And by the hour the nightmare grows.Unless you slay the dragon soon,Your troubles may become your doom.

Sound.Noisethe air employs.Melodies sweet.Tweet, tweet, tweet.Soft. Loud.A roaring crowd.Cluck. Caw. Crow.Tet, tet. Tis, tis.Guttural growl.Harrowing howl.Drip, drip, drip.Tap, tap, tap.Moan and groan.Endless drone.Ding, dang, dong.A church bell song.Vibrations in my earto hear.Sound.

I slay dragons at night while you sleep. I see by the way your face contorts how they exist in your dreams. Willing a magic sword, I plunge into your deepest nightmares and swing at the beasts with all my might, dodging flames exhaled by monsters that would eat me alive to go on torturing the fair one I love. I see your face relax, eyes still drowsily closed, when the mighty dragon is slain. It may be that my fingers rub soft circles on your forehead as I imagine my brave fight as a knight recla

I scared a little porcupineand caught a quill in my behind.It hurt so badly in my tail,but tugging on it made me yell.The porcupine was still around,so I complained. He simply frownedand said, "Stop whining! Look and seehow many quills are stuck on me!

We try so hard to instruct our children in all the right things―teaching good from bad, explaining choices and consequences―when in reality most lessons are learned through observation and experience. Perhaps we'd be better off training our youth to be highly observant.

Determined, I riseand face the dawn with resolve.This time I will win.

The sweetest melody that playson starry nights and wintry days,most soothing to my listening earsand calming to beleaguering fears,I call a symphony on air―the song of sweet, still silence rare.

You tell me that yes, I can do it. I know. And I may do it, if I so choose.You tell me that no, I cannot. I say, Oh? I shall do it, since you refuse!

Death lurks in the shadows, just out of view. Now and then I see his reaching hand, uncertain of the blurry image that passes before my eyes, but conscious of the crippling influence of his touch. Some say Death rears an ugly head, so hideous a view the beholder can scarcely gasp their last breath. Others call him beautiful, a sweet relief to look upon. But these are rumors babbled by the unknowing. For Death is like the gorgon, Medusa, who when perceived, turns the body to stone. Those who know

What if dragons breathed bubbles and purred when they cuddled and giggled at chivalrous knights for their troubles?What if dragons felt soft, having scales made of cloth,and they moved rather slow like a brown-throated sloth?What if dragons were shyand did easily crywhen confronted by characters callous and sly?What if dragons did goodbut were misunderstoodso men mercilessly slew the beasts right where they stood?What if dragons aren’t missedbecause there is no listof extinct types of quarry tha

Sipping teawith gleebeneath a gooseberry tree.I wish Alice were here.Oh, my dear,do not fear,she will be.

Though I adore the idea of Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, Sandman, the Tooth Fairy, and such luminary characters—especially their altruism and devotion—I still don't believe in them.  For I know the truth.  Only one such miracle worker exists who performs magic in my life, seeing to my wants and needs without fail.  That queen is my mother.  With unwavering faith I believe in her.

You can teach a person all you know, but only experience will convince him that what you say is true.

You cannot appreciate what you have never experienced. Sadly, full appreciation tends to come only after the experience is past.

Helpful is happy.Selfish is sad.(It's not uncommon to confuse the two.)

When it comes to the crusty behavior of some people, give them the benefit of the doubt. They may be drowning right before your eyes, but you can't see it. And you would never ask someone to drown with a smile on his face.

Evil might not prevail in the end, but it certainly doesn't fail to devastate in its time.

Things always appear clear and simple from behind glass. It is in the thick of tribulations that blurring details arise, complicating my life. You can't rightly judge me, nor can you assist, from a shielded viewpoint.

You cannot fully understand a person's need until you have endured the same need. As hard as you may try to predict and comprehend their situation and suffering, I guarantee you'll fall short until you've been there.

Lies don't fit snugly into disguises. Eventually the cloak falls off and you're left staring at the naked truth which is always an uncomfortable situation.

A great father is one whose children look up to him rather than away from him.

The greatest lessons I learned from my father didn't come from lectures or discipline or even time spent together. What has stuck with me is his example. From watching, I chose whether to be or not to be like him.

I finally figured out the big, elusive secret to weight loss. Don't eat! Who knew?

When I say I love the silence, I'm not being entirely truthful. What I actually love are the abundant, delicate sounds that amplify when I'm silent. These curious creaks, mutters, and hums compel my imagination.

Afraid of offending with an off word or the slightest insensitivity, I keep an unobtrusive and silent distance. Nevertheless, my pursed lips and offish stance are perceived as cold, managing to offend all.

I'm going on a diet.  (Crud, I know)I am going to be cranky. I am going to be irritable.I am going to be moody and sad and mean. And, yes, I am going to be hungry. Please don't feed me, even if I try to bite you. Please don't tease me, I may hurt you.Please don't try to encourage me, I may growl and snap at you. Please don't help me, I may blame you for everything aggravating in the known universe.  Please don't be offended by my scowl, I cannot smile.  But most importantly, please keep your dis

No matter how many lies you use to disguise it or how many excuses you bury it beneath, the truth will never cease to be true.

I walk at night under a moonless sky. Only the terrain guides my steps, yet my footfall is as sure as if a dozen suns lit the way. I go to meet you under a leafless tree that never seems to grow or alter its shape. I am uncertain if it still lives or has learned to disguise its death. The same thought crosses my mind when I feel your cold fingers take my hand. It is not the tree I reflect

Moments always blossom more beautifully in memories.

Life can be awful. Life can be ugly.And still there are those who smile at the darkness, anticipating the beauty of an eventual sunrise.

By small and simple sentences, great books come to pass.

Every exceptional writer holds a Master of Arts in Daydreaming.

For the real writers, every decision is either write or wrong.

If we were always given a choice as to every path presented us in life, a multitude of roads leading to priceless treasures would forever go untraveled.Be grateful for your adversities. From toil and triumph evolves a life worth li

It's a phenomenal experience jumping from the devious mind of a sorceress bent on conquering the world to the compassionate musing of a queen capable of healing life with a touch—all in a flicker of thought. That's why I love writing.

A writer writes knowing that nothing else will elicit the same kind of satisfaction and personal triumph as molding the written word into a reader's great experience.

Socially interacting with a storyteller can be a frustrating challenge because a portion of her awareness is constantly sorting through the details of a developing book. And while you may successfully engage in a meaningful conversation with her, an additional part of her mind is frantically sifting through descriptive lines to be used if ever she were to write this exchange down. The trouble with writers is that they are ALWAYS writing!

Write the ending first and then you'll know before the opening sentence that it's going to be a good book.

To most, being locked away in solitary with nothing but pen and paper would prove a hard punishment. What a strange creature who views this as heaven.

Write at a pace that doesn't surpass your creative flow. Don't be hasty; don't be sloppy. Don't forfeit impressive writing for an impressive word count. Because eventually it will all have to be edited, and you'll find that it is harder to make bad writing good than to make good writing better.

I'm convinced that whatever contains human emotions is composed of the most fragile material, for it can shatter unpredictably and without effort. And yet it is a resilient marvel as well, able to mend instantly as though never affected.

I stumble and fall.I weep and struggle to rise.My mom feels it all.

What is this thing of intangible substance that wreaks consequential havoc on our lives? What is this sensitive thread that runs through heart and mind, and when given the slightest tremor grasps hold of all sanity, dragging the afflicted down to insufferable depths or flinging him weightless to euphoric heights? What is this magic we would deem imagination, fantasy, or pretend if not for the evidence of power manifest by human consequences? Effortlessly controlling us, it affects the infected i

If you never bother to say the words, why should anyone believe you ever felt them?

A great many problems could be solved by nothing more than a change in thinking.

Hatred is prevalent on this earth because it requires no real effort, unlike the investment it takes to genuinely understand a person.

I wish I could fly.I wish I were rich.I wish I had more time.”“But you can, and you are, and you do; I wish you would open your eyes.

Thoughts, quotes, and philosophies—good or bad—cause us to evaluate ourselves. And that is good.

It seems a peculiar thing when I go to fill my own cup; it remains empty as if the liquid evaporates as soon as it touches the glass. Yet when I reach to top off the cups of others, my own spills over. This is the crazy magic of charity.

Happiness branches from the tree of kindness, abounding with the fruit of sweet smiles.

So what if you’re right? So what if you’re wrong? In the end you might be surprised to find that God doesn’t care so much about whether you were right or wrong but whether, despite it all, you were kind or cruel.