#richelle

Love grows and wanes, but honor, duty, and commitment, those things are constant and stable. They define who you are. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#duty #honor #ian #love #reputation

The bitterest hardships, the most daunting trials; none of these are burdens if it means being with you. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#happiness #hardship #love #richelle #richelle-goodrich

I write because I love it, not because I excel at it.  But because I write, I shall slowly excel at it. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#author #excell #richelle #richelle-goodrich #talent

A single act of kindness is like a drop of oil on a patch of dry skin - seeping, spreading, and affecting more than the original need. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#charity #compassion #giving #kindness #love

Dmitri was at a total loss. It was a common reaction for people when I agreed to do something reasonable. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#richelle-mead #rose-hathaway #sacrifice

When a person boldly declares, 'You can't,' he might as well add on, 'can you?', knowing that this spoken roadblock only serves to fuel a challenge in naturally stubborn souls. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#dare #impossibility #richelle #richelle-goodrich #roadblock

I have a funny side. I have a soft and sympathetic side. I have a serious side, and a seriously romantic side. I have lots of sides; it's the main course I haven't quite figured out. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#personality #richelle #richelle-goodrich #sides #romantic

A mother is a child's first looking glass into the world. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#children #growing #learning #mom #mother

Dimitri Belikov had arrived. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#dimitri-belikov #richelle

And so the game went on in this manner, the throng of children playing keep-away from a bowling ball tossed back and forth across the valley by two plump ogres. The air filled with shrieks and cheers and shouts of laughter as daring players thrilled at the sport. That is, all but the few poor souls knocked dizzy by a bowling ball and captured. No laughter rose from behind bars because those in the birdcage knew what was in store for them - soon to be lunch for a couple of hungry ogres. Now you might be thinking, ‘Wasn’t Gavin swallowed by a wolf earlier? And didn’t he call it fun? And didn’t he tell that raven-haired girl that being swallowed by a bear doesn’t hurt?’ All true, all true. But, here’s a secret you might not know. Ogres chew their food. Luckily, it’s only the first bite that stings. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#dreams #games #gavin #ogres #playing