Richelle E Goodrich Quotes
Richelle E Goodrich Quote of the day
I wear my wrinkles like battle scars, having earned every last one slaying life’s dragons. They boast of my victories and some defeats while their beauty is a wealth of wisdom gained.
To look in the mirror and smile is a challenge for many people. Those who do so without the slightest scowl are indeed fortunate.
If you mess with dragons, you will get burned. Don’t say no one warned you.
The best fathers have the softest, sweetest hearts. In other words, great dads are real marshmallows.
A hero is a person who, without a second thought, simply does the right thing because his conscience cannot live with any other choice.
Heroes don’t have the need to be known as heroes, they just do what heroes do because it is right and it must be done.
Meanness is a monster that usurps your self-control because you cowardly allow it to conquer you.
Learn to brush off criticism as easily as you brush aside hollow compliments.
If life is a stage and you are your own agent, then don’t hesitate to play the character you wish to play.
Remembering our loved ones is breathing life into their fading images, that we might once more see their faces and pass along a tearful “I miss you.
I cast my eyes out to the seaAnd gaze at all eternity.until forever turns to night.My eyes then lift to catch starlight.
Observe the Lord’s Day as he would have you, and perhaps He will observe your days as you would have Him.
Rather than critique people, try admiring God’s creative handiwork.
Patience isn’t simply waiting, it is caring enough about the situation and those involved to remain calm and courteous throughout the wait.
Extraordinary power exists in a trial of patience. Few endure their trials well enough to discover this.
Progressing at a snail’s pace is still progress, and slow progress is better than no progress. Never be stagnant, and never give up.
When we all part from this life and gather on the other side, the only thing each of us will have to share is his own story.
It may seem like the dragons tormenting you are bigger and fiercer than those lurking in your neighbor’s yard, but this is an illusion. We all face mighty dragons at home in some form.
One of the strongest loves I’ve ever witnessed is the love a mother has for her child.
Sunshine warms us, as do smiles—which makes me think that smiles are sunbeams reflected off our teeth.
It’s simply this:the Irish kiss, a snog o’ bliss, be blessed luckfrom any miss.
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze and orchestrates a rise of goose bumps on my skin.
Be sure to wear greenon March seventeen, or else Irish leprechauns pinch your bones clean!
If all of our sins, bad habits, and poor choices were permanently inked into our skin like tattoos, we would all dress quite modestly.
I am more and more convinced that some people are put in our lives solely to try our patience and tamper with our tolerance levels.
The Christmas spirit will elude you'til a selfless love consumes youand the joy of giving moves you.
Snowflakes fall from high.Flurries lift and twirl below.The world has turned white.
There are tomorrows on their way worth the struggles of today. Never give up.
If we were to behave half as well as we believe others ought to behave, we might prove ourselves as grand in character as excuses and justifications prevent us from being.
Sometimes the craziest laugh in the world is the only one that will save your sanity.
How easy it is to slip.How hard it is to climb.How wise it is to keep in stepAnd never fall behind.
When you understand that faith is God’s muscle at your disposal, moving mountains doesn’t seem so extraordinary.
Love in its essence is unconditional. When conditions, exceptions, and ultimatums are cast into the mix, its purity changes. It is no longer love and should be referred to by a less-desirable name.
Church was never meant to be a place for gods to gather, but for devils wanting to shed their horns for halos.
The spirit of Christmas exists in harmonious carols like those sung by angels on the day of Christ’s birth.
Too often we let others stamp a price tag on us, and we accept their appraisal of our worth, forgetting we are in fact priceless.
