richelle-goodrich

They say to never look back.But sometimes I do. It__ gratifying to see how far I__e come.

They went back to scooping up breakfast, licking the mess off their fingers. Soon the pile of berry mush was gone and their tongues were dyed a nice midnight blue. Ian seemed in a good mood, sticking his tongue out playfully at his best friend. Eena did likewise, right back at him. She was happy he was smiling, even if his teeth were purple. (You__e too much fun, Eena,) Ian announced in her mind. (I__ really glad we__e friends.) (Me too,) she agreed. (Best friends.) Ian leaned back on his hands and watched the waves roll in from far off. The swells were building into large, flat-crested waves. (Angelle never thought like you do. You__e creative and kinda crazy. Her thoughts were always more simple and, well_..normal.) (Yeah, well, deadly dragons and evil witches tend to suck all the normal right out of you,) she grumbled. (I suppose.)

The greater self-confidence an individual possesses, the less inclined he is to put down others. This says a lot about those who constantly belittle.

I dream of defeating tyrants and ogres as well as circumstances and consequences that I cannot conquer in life. I dream of a love as sweet and addictive as chocolate-coated rose petals yet as tenacious as a thirsty vampire and as enduring as immortality. I dream of things improbable and boldly insane.

Sometimes while gazing at the night's sky, I imagine stars looking down making wishes on the brightest of us.

The richest people are those who have an abundance of what we take with us into the next life.

From the beginning, man could look up at a vast universe dotted by innumerable stars to find every evidence that he was nothing. This evidence only grows stronger as science and technology record an expanse of galaxies filled with planetary solar systems beyond any visible end. Man is but a grain of sand lost on an endless seashore, and yet he believes with conviction in his own greatness. _He is either a divine soul intuitively aware of his inherent, limitless potential__r he is a blind fool.

The truth is that few know the truth.

It's been a harsh fight.You've been pummeled and knocked down. Your body aches, flesh torn and bruised. Your eyes can hardly see through a stream of blood. But you are cognizant and alive; therefore, you rise from the fight.This is life. It will test your will, your strength, and endurance. It will challenge your faith and convictions. It will scar your hopes and try your beliefs. In the end, life validates those who refuse to stay down.

Wise men come to seea child of greater wisdomand honor divine.

A new star shines bright.Angels herald the good news.The Christ child is born.

If only you would kiss me.Press your lips to mine like a searing iron. Wrap me in your arms as if you were a monarch claiming a kingdom. Hold me close until I warm through to the core. Do this, and I promise to melt into you, no longer a cold and frozen figure in your narrowed sight. How devoted I would be if only your lips burned for mine!If only you would kiss me.

I am not what you see.I am what time and effort and interaction slowly unveil.

One bad turn does not excuse another.

If only I could see myself from the same vantage point that I observe the world; I might judge my behavior and expressions more critically, and others less.

If one is content to freely speak trash about another, it is probably more correct to judge them as the one of ill repute and refuse the load of garbage they offer you.

Freedom is the atmosphere in which humanity thrives. Breathe it in.

A truly humble apology works to part storm clouds, calm rough seas, and bring on the soft lights of dawn; it has the power to change a person's world.