Richelle E. Goodrich

Of all the magic words in existence, words of kindness create the greatest transformation spells.

Kindness is a magical spell__erformed by enlightened beings__eant to enchant hearts and lift weary souls that they might fly.

I love words. _I crave descriptions that overwhelm my imagination with vivid detail. _I dwell on phrases that make my heart thrum. _I cherish expressions that pierce my emotions and force the tears to spill over. _ In essence, I long for a writer's soul sealed in ink on the page.

Missing someone is the reverberating echo of everything beautiful about her__er laugh, her song, her touch, her smell, the power of her words, and the constant shadow that lingers on as her perfect image in your memory.

A poet is simply an artist whose medium is human emotions. _A poet chisels away at our own sensibilities, shaping our vision while molding our hearts. _A poet wraps words around our own feelings and presents them as fresh gifts to humanity.

I don't so much mind looking back on having lost the election, or having been denied a role in the play, or having had my novel repeatedly rejected, or having been turned down for a date, or recalling laughter at my expense when I attempted some silly challenge. _Those things simply prove that I_lived life. _What I do mind, however, is looking back on the lost opportunities where imagined concerns kept me from even trying__ose or win. _I've learned that there is no regret in a brave attempt, only in cowering to fear.

Don't laugh. A girl can dream.

I had the most beautiful dream, and then I fell asleep in your arms and my dream turned lovelier still.

When a child truly understands his grand potential, he looks to the stars not simply to make a wish but to chart a destination.

You can capture this body of mine, take away my freedom and enslave me. You may even have the power to capture my soul and sentence me to the realm of eternal darkness. But my dreams you cannot touch. They are my will__he very essence of who I am. In them I laugh. In them I cry. In them I love. And in them.....I live.My dreams are untouchable and unceasing.

An accumulation of pennies is a fortune. Day-to-day practice is perfection. A dream realized is nothing more than many steps taken toward the borders of once-impossible.

If you love something, you find a way to have it in your life. Opposers may take away your means and tools, but you simply turn to crude replacements, fashioning them from scraps if necessary. Threats only make you steal moments of secrecy to satisfy your love. And if it means but a morsel here and there, you accept each crumb gladly because nothing else can even begin to satisfy your hunger.

The bigger the dream, the better the story.

Just pick a goal and stick to it__o big complicated secret.

The trait I regard most highly in a man is kindness. Thoughtful, consistent kindness. All other qualities__hether charming, witty, handsome, enterprising, powerful, seductive, or ingenious__ither in comparison to a truly kind man.

We live that we might have experience; that through it we might gain wisdom, compassion, faith, and inner strength.

We never think lightly of those who walk with us on our uphill days.

Don't underestimate the power of friendship. Those bonds are tight stitches that close up the holes you might otherwise fall through.