richelle-goodrich

Beauty is a behavior. As is ugliness.

The only two words you should ever say to a mirror are "Hello, Beautiful.

Mirror, mirror on the wall, I have placed you in my hallWhere I wander every day.Echo beauty, and you__l stay.

Beauty may catch the eye, but a jolly laugh will lasso the heart.

The woman laughed again. She was the loudest person in the cave. Eena wondered if perhaps she was talking to a female Ghengat. Curiosity got the best of her and she turned around to look, surprised to find neither a Ghengat nor a Harrowbethian woman, but a Mishmorat. A striking, cheetah-spotted Mishmorat with straight lengths of charcoal hair and the most alluring dark eyes in existence. This bronzed female was the same size as Eena but observably more muscular. She appeared to be a mix of cheetah, Arabian princess, and gladiator in tight-fitting pants. Eena paused, dropping the stone in her hands. __ira?_ she breathed.__mmm,_ the woman grumbled. Her painted eyes scrunched with displeasure. The look was still stunning. __ see my reputation precedes me._ Eena gawked as if a legendary ghost had been resurrected. __ou__e alive?

Beauty exists, even in unlikely places. The key isn't to open your eyes but to open your heart.

Easter is the miracle of transformation as seen in the change of seasons, in the maturation of mortal persons, and in the resurrection of souls.

I know you would like to blame the world, but the fact is that life is an 'up to you' thing.

Habits grow like dragons if you feed them.

I saw a man climb a mountain with no feet or hands and barely a stump for each arm and leg. At once I realized there was no excuse at all for me not to scale my own mountains.

Nothing remains idle and thrives. Life needs a moving force to prevent the devastating effects of stagnancy. That is why life employs change.

There are trials in life that feel as tremendous as a quest to slay dragons. These trials are daunting. They require hard work, determination, and courage. But when the dragon is finally slain, the relief is immense.

Bad habits are demons that often push us into isolation because they know that in our loneliness they stand little chance of being overcome.

Sadness is the heart withdrawing to seek shelter from the pain.

To be a rainbow in someone__ cloud is commendable, but I prefer to be the rain because it dampens cheeks and washes away tears.

God cries for us in the same way we cry for others. His tears most often spill over for the pain and suffering caused from the mortal misuse of a gift called agency. He will not revoke the gift. It was promised to us for the duration of our time on Earth. But He will hold each one of us accountable in the end for how we applied this power of agency.

If you suffer lingering doubts; if the consolation you cling to is __t will probably be okay,_ then run the other way because what you__e contemplating is not a good choice.

Man is dust. Rue is rain. Life is mud.