richelle-goodrich

It may not be fair that people make judgments so quickly, usually within a few seconds of observation, but it's unrealistic to expect that they won't. So, if you want to be judged in a certain manner, be sure that your look and demeanor give that impression.

Love is years of devotion, sacrifice, commitment, loyalty, trust, faith, and friendship all wrapped up in one. True love does more than cause your heart to flutter. It upholds your heart when the infatuation no longer makes it flutter.

A little porch light from a distant farmhouse dimmed, feeling alone and unneeded until his smallest spark of illumination snuffed out entirely. The night fell as dark as it was quiet. Meanwhile, every secret eye within the vicinity__rom insect to animal to human wanderer__topped to blink, suddenly blinded. Their guiding light had vanished, extinguishing hope in the hearts of many. That little light had mattered, but he knew it not.

Monsters excite us in this way or that.They make our pulse thrum and steal lives from the cat!They're frightening creatures, one peek and you'll see.Yet life without monsters, how dull it would be.Your tense, nervous laugh tells me you disagree?

A real treasure becomes such only after it's been desperately sought after.

Why only gaze at the stars? Catch one!

I__l tell you what,_ she said, prepared to make a deal. __et__ see how your __iplomacy_ would profit us. If you can give me a decent solution to a pretend situation, I__l agree to have you accompany me instead of Shanks. Although, I don__ know how wise it is to leave a Viidun captain on the Kemeniroc in your absence._ Derian agreed to the test. __kay, what__ your question?_ She thought hard for a moment; her eyes scrunching in concentration, lips pulled down to one side. Then, as a crooked grin spread across her lips, she set up an imagined scenario. __retend we__e down on the planet with this King Wennergren when he graciously offers to walk us through his cherished garden. While we__e there he begs me to touch his favorite, award-winning flower, hoping my powers will make it thrive and blossom. But for some strange reason it doesn__ respond to me the way plants do on our world. Instead of thriving, the flower withers and dies right before his shocked and furious eyes. Now pretend he__ easily offended and has a horrible temper_ Derian cut it. __ou have no idea what his temperament is li

I shall ne'er chase rainbows again, Knowing no pot o' gold awaits at the end. My Irish treasure is not there. For ye, my love, abide with me here.

And what about your brother, Agus? Will he be entertaining us with his pipes?_ __hgg,_ Shanks rasped, wrinkling his nose. __ didn__ tell you? He ain__ with us no more._ A heavy fist slammed on the arm of the Viidun__ chair as he growled, __he idiot went off and got himself killed!_ __hat?_ Derian and Eena replied in unison, both horrified by the news. __ou heard me,_ Shanks bellowed. __he crazy fool should__e known when to duck. He died in a bloody challenge with some brainless Deramptium! A downright disgraceful way to die! I__ ashamed to say he was my brother!_ __hat__ a little harsh, isn__ it?_ Eena muttered, mostly speaking to Derian. __hat was that?_ the Viidun dem

Eena!_ Recognizing Ian__ voice, Eena turned to find him approaching her from behind. He was entirely clad in body armor and gauntlets, cradling an open-faced helmet in one arm. Painted on his chest plate was a flaming, gold sword. From his side hung a leather sheath, a golden hilt peeking from the top. ____ glad you__e back. You are going to stay and watch us play, aren__ you?_ He looked hopeful she__ say yes. Eena smiled brightly. __ didn__ know you were talented enough to be on a dueling team. Nice sword,_ she t

Wanting help, I reached out to serve. Seeking happiness, I smiled and offered comfort. Yearning for love, I showed love. And now I understand. My life was never about me, it was always about you.

Then what is true love?_ she asked audaciously. Derian leaned forward, his focus powerfully fixed on her. His voice turned delicate and compelling as he spoke. __ove is so much more than a feeling. True love, Eena, is something that develops over time. It__ not that initial infatuation nor the shivers and butterflies that take your breath away when you__e first attracted to someone. Those things are nice, but they are barely the beginning of what could become true love. The emotions you speak of are temporary and unreliable, elicited when two people come together. The power I speak of grows ever stronger over time until it is steadfast, even in separation. Then, reunited, it solidifies unshakably._ She shook her head. __ don__ quite follow._ The captain inched closer, fixing her with the sincerest of gazes. His hands cupped as if he were holding his very heart within them. __rue 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. True love takes time, Eena. It__ an earned comfort that tells you she__l be right there beside you no matter what you do, not necessarily happy with your every action, but faithful to you just the same. 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. Love is years of devotion, sacrifice, commitment, loyalty, trust, faith, and friendship all wrapped up in one. True love does more than cause your heart to flutter, Eena. It upholds your heart when the infatuation no longer makes it flutter._ __ow.

Happiness is seeing blessings in disguise, beauty under camouflage, and love amid conflict.

I love when the sun plays hide-n-seek for a few days because its invisibility often goes unnoticed. The world seems content that its presence behind the clouds is enough. But as soon as that brilliant sun jumps into the open sky once again__hining in full splendor__ur closed eyes automatically turn toward it, and we bask beneath a warm and tender touch, grateful all the more that our glorious sun exists.

Face it; life's gonna chew you up and spit you out. If you're lucky you'll get stuck to the bottom of someone's shoe and be carried far, far away from it all.

Sometimes poets expect me to think far deeper than I'm willing to dig.

Physical attractiveness is no indicator of an individual's beauty."from "The Beauty of Ugh

When you do fall in love with me, Eena, I don__ want it to be because I gave into your demands, but because your heart gave into its desire to truly be loved._ With an injured frown he uttered goodnight and left the room. She stood alone, chastised and bruised. It seemed right to apologize for her insensitive words, but not now. Not while a room full of people remained out there.