richelle-goodrich

My favorite quote in the world is this one.

You can't argue with insanity. You can stare at it, gaping and incredulous, but arguing with it is futile.

Dare to imagine. Dare to be. Books are the seeds. Dreams are the soil. The fruit of the harvest, a world reborn.

We always feel the brunt of the blow dealt to us, but hardly ever do we feel the impact we have on others. Why is that?

Compassion only plagues those with hearts, much like a field of thorns only troubles those who bleed.

The watchful Mishmorat commented while waiting, contemplating Eena__ bare back. __our people are so plain and pale.___h?_ Eena kinked her neck to look at Niki, zeroing in on her long spotted arms. Her bronze skin was arguably more striking__peckled in beautiful patterns.____ sorry,_ the Mishmorat quickly apologized. __ didn__ mean to be rude. It__ just that I__e never seen such bare skin before. There__ nothing to look at.__ena quickly pulled the new t-shirt down over her back. She chuckled at Niki__ comment. ____l admit your people are very attractive. But I__ okay with my __lainness.__ She glanced over her pale legs before pulling on a clean pair of pants. __ou__e kinda like a clear, cloudless sky,_ Niki said, cocking her head wonderingly.__nd you__e like a_..a sky dotted with shapely clouds.___nly dark clouds.___torm clouds.___eah,_ Niki grinned devilishly, __hat__ me__ sky full of storm clouds.

To punish someone for your own mistakes or for the consequences of your own actions, to harm another by shifting blame that is rightly yours; this is a wretched and cowardly sin.

It's mind-boggling how many different worlds people live in on this one planet.

A snake bites your ankle.Recoiling, you scream.Fearing poison, your mind slips into a dream......where a man bites your ankle.Expecting no guile, 'Again' softly falls from your lips with a smile.Yet the man and the snake are the same.Your perception is only to blame.

Funny thing how when you reach out, people tend to reach right back. Best, then, to make sure your hand is open and not fisted.

Hey, guard!_ Ian hollered out loud. __o you think we could get a bathroom break?_ The guard seemed to snicker as he pointed to the grass outside the cell. Eena smirked at how dead-on her thoughts had been after all. __ome on,_ Ian complained. __he can__ do that, she__ a girl._ The soldier smiled wryly, a shrug communicating his indifference. Eena laughed in her mind. (I don__ know what you think__ so funny. You__e the one who__ gotta pee.) Oddly enough, that fact just made her laugh even more.

True love asks no question of the heart. _It knows with surety.

When the girl didn__ move, Gavin summoned her near with his fingers. His heart thrummed as she obeyed, stepping up close to him. Her young stature was much shorter than his tall, wiry form. Gavin regarded her prettiness - pale cheeks, pink lips, inquisitive eyes. Fascinated by her, he longed to know her name. __ho are you?_ he asked. He heard the girl utter the same question at the same time. Cocking his head, he claimed, __ asked you first._ __o you didn__,_ she protested, shaking her red-hooded head, __ asked you at the same time you asked me._ Gavin grinned at her insistence. It was hard for him not to chuckle. __ell, then, I suppose we__l have to go with __irls first_._ His grin widened into a white smile. The girl gestured to herself. ____ Little Red Riding Hood._ He recognized the name of a fairytale character, and groaned under his breath at not having discovered this dreamer__ real name. __ctually,_ she confessed almost immediately, ____ not really Red Riding Hood. My name is Annabelle, but I__ pretending to be her because_well_because this is my dream and that__ what I wish to dream abo

You try moving things with nothing but willpower. It's about as easy as trying to lasso a bull with a licorice

Comparisons are like rigid fingers__ager to point at a subject but unwilling to grasp it.

True love is a developed and intense appreciation for someone. It__ that perfect awareness that you are finally whole when she__ with you, and that hollow incompleteness you suffer when she__ gone.

Just knowing you're not alone is often enough to kindle hope amid tragic circumstances.

Love is knowing someone so deeply, understanding her so completely, that you can finish her thoughts without hesitation, confident in reading her face, her body, even her slightest gesture means something to you.