“ The magic of reading happens when an author’s written work strings you along until your imagination, aware of your wants, molds the tale into an extraordinary world to be visited frequently—perhaps dw… Richelle E. Goodrich
“ If there weren’t so many interesting conversations taking place inside my head, I might venture to speak out loud. Richelle E. Goodrich
“ What if stars were the glimmering tears of a giant, welling in his cheeks, waiting to fall at the first tender stroke of emotion? What if the moon were a wide-open eye gazing down on our tiny, little… Richelle E. Goodrich
“ WRITER'S NIGHTMARE""I felt a grip on my arm that shook my body, forcefully pulling me toward a tunnel of darkness. The threat of consciousness stole my steady breath. For a moment I believed myself to… Richelle E. Goodrich
“ Rainy, gloomy, drab, sunless day. There are times when hope seems entirely clouded over, when looking for the blessings in your circumstances feels like trying to catch a ray of sunshine from six feet… Richelle E. Goodrich
“ There are in this world ample reasons to be sad and disheartened, discouraged and fearful. But there are as many reasons not to be. Richelle E. Goodrich
“ Happiness found me alone one day and took me by the hand.He showed me how the sun gave out its warmth across the land.Sadness found me content and smiling upward at the sun.He talked of droughts and b… Richelle E. Goodrich
“ Sadness is like sandpaper; it rubs at our sharper edges, softening and humbling us, making us ready for a coat of compassion. Richelle E. Goodrich
“ Every heart has a layer of sadness, whether deeply buried or covering the surface for all to see. Richelle E. Goodrich
“ Some decisions in life naturally lead to an unhappy ending, leaving you sinking by degrees in a lake of quicksand. And, unless someone reaches to pull you out, chances are you will drown in the conseq… Richelle E. Goodrich
“ My life has become a dismal sigh fettered by pangs of grief and anguished weeping. Richelle E. Goodrich
“ There is a point when the anguished soul finally despairs. A moment in life when the heart, the will, even the spirit crumbles. Some say that after much grief and drowning in tears, it is possible to… Richelle E. Goodrich
“ My pain builds like storm clouds―massive, dark, and heavy with teardrops. Moisture falls torrential as if my world is a violent, eternal downpour; however, at long last the source runs dry and the bit… Richelle E. Goodrich
