richelle-goodrich

A great father is one whose children look up to him rather than away from him.

Life can be awful. Life can be ugly.And still there are those who smile at the darkness, anticipating the beauty of an eventual sunrise.

No matter how many lies you use to disguise it or how many excuses you bury it beneath, the truth will never cease to be true.

I walk at night under a moonless sky. Only the terrain guides my steps, yet my footfall is as sure as if a dozen suns lit the way. I go to meet you under a leafless tree that never seems to grow or alter its shape. I am uncertain if it still lives or has learned to disguise its death. The same thought crosses my mind when I feel your cold fingers take my hand. It is not the tree I reflect

Moments always blossom more beautifully in memories.

Hatred is prevalent on this earth because it requires no real effort, unlike the investment it takes to genuinely understand a person.

A great many problems could be solved by nothing more than a change in thinking.

I'm convinced that whatever contains human emotions is composed of the most fragile material, for it can shatter unpredictably and without effort. And yet it is a resilient marvel as well, able to mend instantly as though never affected.

What is this thing of intangible substance that wreaks consequential havoc on our lives? What is this sensitive thread that runs through heart and mind, and when given the slightest tremor grasps hold of all sanity, dragging the afflicted down to insufferable depths or flinging him weightless to euphoric heights? What is this magic we would deem imagination, fantasy, or pretend if not for the evidence of power manifest by human consequences? Effortlessly controlling us, it affects the infected in an instant. It takes but one word, one thought, one act to become immersed. To stop it is hopeless. To stifle it, demanding. To think to master it is both improbable and pretentious. What is this invisible hand that blinds our eyes and reigns hearts with a string? It is nature's drug and poison we call emotion.

I stumble and fall.I weep and struggle to rise.My mom feels it all.

If you never bother to say the words, why should anyone believe you ever felt them?

Alas, impatience is but another form of unhappiness. It is true, it is true. I have never met a happy impatient person.

Happiness is never in a rush. If you move too fast, you leave it behind.

Laugh and smile for no reason at all. Giggle grins are a magnet for happiness.

Though I adore the idea of Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, Sandman, the Tooth Fairy, and such luminary characters__specially their altruism and devotion__ still don't believe in them. _For I know the truth. _Only one such miracle worker_exists who performs magic in my life, seeing to my wants and needs without fail. _That queen is my mother. _With unwavering faith I believe in her.

I love you" means I want you to be happy.

Music is happiness with a steady pulse.

Helpful is happy.Selfish is sad.(It's not uncommon to confuse the two.)