richelle-goodrich

Truly there are different kinds of pain. _But the most agonizing is the pain of regret, for which there is no lasting relief and no remedy.

Boasting is one of those rare outfits that never looks good on you but makes you look stunning when modeled by your admirers.

Happiness doesn't always come in pink. Learn to appreciate the rainbow.

Laughing in my ear is a muse amused by how I paint her whims on paper with silly words.

Mother nature changes her looks for the same reason any woman changes her looks__o be noticed.

If the world appears abundant in smiles or overwhelmed by scowls, you might ask yourself if you're not to blame.

Happiness, thou art naught but an illusion. Thy enchantments are cast upon my eyes, my mind, my spellbound heart. Dependent upon nothing but thy victim's perception of thee, souls soar at thy artful hand! I have fallen in love with thy illusions, Happiness. Thou hast made me a part of them, and I am left delirious.

Beauty that pleases the eye is a frail, fleeting illusion. But that beauty capable of pleasing the heart can endure endlessly.

Dare to forge your own path. Even rocks can roll.

Though it pained me, I gave in. Why was it that I repeatedly succumbed to the first whisper of a promised maybe? How did the enticer, hope, always find my heart unguarded? There was no such thing as hope. Not for me. Why was it so hard to accept that?

I love the magic of a hot bath, how time pauses and every grievance melts away.

He reached out for her hand and she grabbed onto his. __ena, when you__e ready to talk about it, I__l be here. That__ what best friends are for._ She let the tears fall. He__ never know they were for him. He__ think they were because of Derian. They held hands silently throughout the night, Ian unaware that this was by far her most tortured nightmare ever. Paradise so close, and yet completely unattainable.

My love for you reaches beyond the borders of continents, so vast in scope that I would cross oceans to be with you.Yes, but does that same love penetrate so deep as to dare thee to sink to the oceans' depths to fin

In an unfathomable expanse of universe supporting galaxies of star systems with orbiting planets innumerable, I am nothing. _And yet to the few bodies encircling my tiny little spot in the world, I am essential.

My fingers combed through my dark hair, short and straight, landing in choppy, uneven ends nearly level with my chin. The color reminded me of every evil character in any fairytale. It seemed all were characteristically black; black hair, black eyes, black clothing, black demeanors, and black intent. I never thought I was truly a villainous character, not like I knew my father to be, but I was his offspring and devoid of any princess-like characteristics, so that left only the wicked side of the story to play. In my dreams, though, I imagined myself more like Snow White__avy, raven hair, a perfectly fair complexion, bathed in rose scents, and exhibiting a natural feminine grace that would dance musical circles around both Ginger and Elizabeth. No, I never hoped for such a thing to be real, but I dared to pretend it with perfect clarity in my dreams.

Kisses are a means to plant on another's lips a smile glossed with happiness.

There are few things better than losing yourself in a book. And if you're lucky enough to have that adventure continue in a series, it's like chocolate ganache on the icing on the cake.

Only a fool believes that his actions don't shape the world.