#richelle

My favorite quote in the world is this one. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#humorous-quotes #quotes #quotes-i-love #quotes-that-make-sense #quotes-to-define-my-life

But when I touch you, your aura … it smolders. The colors deepen, it burns more intensely, the purple increases. Why? Why, Sydney?” He used that hand to pull me closer. “Why do you react that way if I don’t mean anything to you?” There was a desperation in his voice, and it was legitimate. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#aura #bloodlines #cute #love #richelle-mead

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

To love her was to taste sweet surrender. For had she not entered his life, he would have sought the wonders of both Heaven and Earth. But she surpassed them all and, by her pleasing nature, stayed him. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#enchanted #love #love-story #lovers #richelle

He made a commitment, Eena.” “And you believe this commitment,” she spoke the word detestably, “is more important than true love?” “Yes.” “No,” she stubbornly disagreed. “Yes,” Ian insisted as he put his finger to her lips, preventing her from arguing any further. “Love grows and wanes, Eena, but honor, duty, and commitment, those things are constant and stable. They define who you are.” “They define who you are?” she repeated. “You mean miserable?” “Content,” he retorted. “Lonely,” she argued. “Faithful,” he insisted, his eyes widening to emphasize the importance of the word. “Empty, regretful, and…” “Hopeful,” Ian whispered in her ear. This word caught her off guard. At present, hope was probably all any of them could cling to. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#eena #honor #ian #love #richelle

Gratitude is medicine for a heart devastated by tragedy.  If you can only be thankful for the blue sky, then do so. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#healing #heart #medicine #richelle #richelle-goodrich

Yes, he knew he was falling in love, her way. And the worst part was, as disabling as he found the emotion to be he craved it all the more. To feel this way about a woman was amazing even if it was ‘temporary and fleeting’, as he’d put it. It was a natural high like he’d never felt before. One he couldn’t get enough of. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#eena #love #love-story #richelle #richelle-goodrich

I hate it when storm clouds roll in, heralded by dazzling claps of thunder and lightning that boast an ocean of tears. This majestic performance of bad temper manages to overshadow my pathetic attempts at pouting. No one broods like Mother Nature, hence she steals all the attention I was sulking after. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#lightning #mother-nature #pouting #rain #richelle