“ Imagine fantasy and pretend as neither fantastical nor pretended.....and then believe it. Richelle E. Goodrich
“ Reality and fantasy are not two separate spheres but one whole. They are like a world's atmosphere―reality behaving as a low front, fantasy a high front. Each remains somewhat distinguishable and yet… Richelle E. Goodrich
“ How crazy it would be if the moon did spin and the earth stood still and the sun went dim!How absolutely ludicrous if snakes could walk and kids could fly and mimes did talk!How silly it would be if t… Richelle E. Goodrich
“ Thank you,” I managed to say.Replying with a nod, he approached my horse. “Here, let me help you—”I slipped down myself before he could lend a hand, keeping the fur hide in my possession. “I’m not sud… Richelle E. Goodrich
“ There are things that make no sense,that seem unreal,that can’t be grasped or understoodor explained,that maybe don’t even exist…And still, somehow, those wonderful things touch and change our lives.I… Richelle E. Goodrich
“ Such a nasty bruise,” he says, staring straight into my eyes. I am stunned he can see it. Delicate to the touch and tender on every side, the bruise is deeper than days. My hand automatically moves to… Richelle E. Goodrich
“ The ears and the heart are connected, it’s true,for when ears open wide, the heart opens up too. Richelle E. Goodrich
“ To love is to accept a soul entirely, not wishing that the person was otherwise, nor hoping for change, nor clinging to some ideal past. To love is to cherish the individual standing before you presen… Richelle E. Goodrich
“ Though I may accumulate a great deal of riches in this world, it is only my wealth of knowledge, talents, and emotional bonds that I keep when I leave. Richelle E. Goodrich
“ Music is my enchanter, the seducer of my emotions, the fire and ice that moves me. Richelle E. Goodrich
“ My soul, I’ve found, has puppet strings to make me droop or give me wings.And music is the puppeteerthat turns my ear to hear. Richelle E. Goodrich
“ As sunlight is for flowers, and sustenance for the mortal shell, music is for the human soul. Richelle E. Goodrich
“ My ears interpreted a mix of nearby voices as calm, friendly, ordinary chatter. With that as background noise, I enjoyed the silent attention of my mate. The way his hand brushed softly over every inc… Richelle E. Goodrich
“ Are you ready to go home, Catherine?” he asked. “It’s warm inside the house. I kept a fire going for you.”I continued looking at him, unsure how to respond. “Thanks,” I managed to say and then glanced… Richelle E. Goodrich
“ Pain defines moments in the lives of all human beings. The trial is not the endurance of pain but the choices we make regarding how to endure. Richelle E. Goodrich
“ Even the smallest tender mercy can bring peace when recognized and appreciated. Richelle E. Goodrich
“ I felt sad.I felt cold.I felt hurt.I felt forsaken and lonely.I felt doubtful and hesitant.I felt scared and deeply worried. I felt different, unknown, and unwelcome.I felt empty and woefully neglecte… Richelle E. Goodrich
