richelle-e-goodrich

Your tongue tends to say more about you when it blabs about other people.

The first real day of spring is like the first time a boy holds your hand. A flood of skin-tingling warmth consumes you, and everything shines with a fresh, colorful glow, making you forget that anything as cold and harsh as winter ever existed.

Time machines, magic portals, transporters, worm holes, flying carpets, relocation charms__uch things do exist. They're called books.

In my lifetime I have witnessed far too many miracles to believe in impossibilities, and so I am officially modifying the defini

Your weaknesses may not seem overwhelming, but they will create the biggest problems you face.

When my problems seem overwhelming and impossible to solve, I hold fast to these facts: God is real, He is right, and He cares.

Stubbornness is surely just taut-jawed, clenched-fisted madness.

The search only ends when you finally find the one who truly gets you.

Who cares who's right or wrong when the last word is a kind apology?

It is a sweet thing to have someone love you, but it is a far sweeter thing when his actions convince your heart, and his words persuade your soul.

Rare and precious gifts,gold and myrrh and frankincense,to offer a king.

Wilted or in bloom,taking or lending daylight,the world transitions.

It's too bad we're not all teddy bears. More stuffing would only make us cuter and cuddlier.

I dreamed my shoulders held up the sky for a thousand hawks that squawked and cawed and beat their feathered wings against the hotness of the day. I supported their flight, watching and marveling, until sweat dripped from my body, and groans crossed my lips over fatiguing muscles. Choosing to let the sky fall, I awoke. My eyes opened to a cast of hawks gripping me in their talons. They supported my weight, hauling me high above the clouds through a blue expanse of heaven. And though they struggled__quawking and flapping wearily__ever once did a single bird release its hold.

It wasn't a kiss that changed the frog, but the fact that a young girl looked beneath warts and slime and believed she saw a prince. So he became one.

You are not my sunshine. Sorry. You're more like a gust of arctic wind that bursts in and blows out all the candles when the door cracks open.

Minutes turn into hours_that add up to days_amounting to weeks_that become _months_melting into yearsaccumulating for decadesto pile up for centuriesand ultimately form minutes again__ust on a grander, divine scale.

Reading...inspires,enlightens,nurtures,refines,educates,informs,transforms,persuades,challenges,engages, entertains,mesmerizes,captivates,gratifies,rewards,quiets,and calms.Granted, it won't get the dishes done,but sacrifices must be made.