richelle-goodrich

All truth starts out as a wish; hence, reality is born from fairytale."from_"My Aquarius

Dreams become reality once the dreamer goes beyond imagining and acts them out.

Reality is a background so painted over by our own perceptions that every eye sees the world differently.

Theories look great on paper until reality scribbles all over the page.

Reality depends a great deal upon one believing what he sees__r seeing what he believes. Either way.

One way or another, I think we are all destined to learn the same lessons in life. Universal truths are universal truths. They cannot be changed.

Courage doesn__ defeat fear or erase fear or adjust to fear. Courage acts, plain and simple, in the midst of fear.

Courage isn__ being a dragon. Neither is it behaving like a dragon. Nor is it taking up arms to fight and defeat dragons. Courage is being a lamb standing with poise among dragons.

Mad fearlessness is not courage. The only requirement for courage is a good heart.

The most powerful and courageous heroes I know are those who bite their tongues when justification, validation, temptation, or vengeance would have them strike with truthful, hurtful words.

Laughing in the face of danger doesn't negate the fear, it simply enables you to smile at it.

It is an incapacitating emotion one feels upon hearing the whispered words "I still love you" after deeply hurting that soul. Forgiveness isn't weakness.It is power.

Never give up.This applies to more than goals and dreams, it is a maxim for basic daily struggles. It shapes one's life, including the will to continue to live. It supports love and committed relationships; it bolsters hope, faith, and charity; it is power in every area of existence. Never give up on anything or anyone of any worth, especially yourself.

It is the image of physical brawn, sheer force, and commanding volume we so often associate with might. But I have found the might of an army exists in the faith of a child and in quiet, earnest prayers as well as in the heart of one who loves.

You made me laugh at your jokes.You made me cry at your criticism.You made me shout at your lies.Then I noticed how in every case someone else was present, hearing you without laughter or tears or anger.I alone reacted.I see now; you never made me laugh or cry or rage.I chose to find humor.I chose to take offense.I chose to feel scorned.The truth is, you never had power over me.

My brain tends to take the scenic route. Things come to the forefront of my mind sooner or later, it just takes time.

Family gathersto share good noise and good food.Gratitude abounds.

Oh, how terribly backwards, and yet sadly common, it is to sit scowling at family all the day long and then quickly put on a smile for strangers who drop by.