Richelle E. Goodrich Quotes - Page 4

A poet is simply an artist whose medium is human emotions.  A poet chisels away at our own sensibilities, shaping our vision while molding our hearts.  A poet wraps words around our own feelings and presents them as fresh gifts to humanity.

Twinkle tiny star.
Oh, how great you truly are!
God's sign from afar.

Determined, I rise
and face the dawn with resolve.
This time I will win.

Wilted or in bloom,
taking or lending daylight,
the world transitions.

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

Oh, mightiest wind,
wilt thou cease thy breathing in
and hold thy exhales?

A whiff of fresh mint
that tastes like strawberry pie.
Your kisses tempt me.

The sweetest melody that plays
On starry nights and wintry days,
Most soothing to my listening ears
And calming to beleaguering fears,
I call a symphony on air―
The song of sweet, still silence rare.

From good examples we learn how to be. From bad examples we learn how not to be. An observant and willing student can learn from any circumstance.

You may be the only person left who believes in you, but it's enough. It takes just one star to pierce a universe of darkness. Never give up.

Just pick a goal and stick to it―no big complicated secret.

The things that inspire your life should consume your life.

As a writer, I see the saga of your life in a single glimpse. It may be inaccurate, but my version doesn't lack for creativity.

I went to bed without reading, instead staring out my window with the curtains drawn, wondering about boys. Why did they behave so oddly? One minute their teasing was relentless, and then bam! - they’d stun you with a thoughtful gesture. Either way, their actions made you want to cry. Maybe that was the intent.

I love you because you loved me first. Yet you love me, saying I loved you first. Funny, our love thrives believing the other person started it.

The communication block between men and women:
Men―"Can't you hear what I'm saying?"
Women―"Can't you feel what I'm saying?

It is the image of physical brawn, sheer force, and commanding volume we so often associate with might. But I have found the might of an army exists in the faith of a child and in quiet, earnest prayers as well as in the heart of one who loves.

Believing in yourself means more than simply believing in your own ultimate success; it means believing you will survive failures, disappointments, rejections, and criticism and still persist.

Reading...
inspires,
enlightens,
nurtures,
refines,
educates,
informs,
transforms,
persuades,
challenges,
engages,
entertains,
mesmerizes,
captivates,
gratifies,
rewards,
quiets,
and calms.
Granted, it won't get the dishes done,
but sacrifices must be made.

Time machines, magic portals, transporters, worm holes, flying carpets, relocation charms - such things do exist. They're called books.