#richelle

There are things that make no sense, that seem unreal, that can’t be grasped, or understood, or explained, that maybe don’t even exist… And still, somehow, those wonderful things touch and change our lives. Isn’t it strange? ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#fantasy #inspiring #make-believe #pretend #richelle

Honestly, half the reason I like you is because you’re so...I don’t know. You like life.” He looked away from my eyes, amused as his thoughts spun, considering. “You’re fearless. Bold. Not afraid to enjoy yourself. You just go out there and do what you want. I like the whirlwind you exist in. I envy it. It’s funny, really.” He smiled. “I used to think I wanted someone exactly like me, but now I think I’d be bored to death with another version of myself. I’m surprised I don’t bore you sometimes.” I gaped. “Are you kidding? You’re the most interesting person I know. Aside from Hugh maybe. But then, he installs breast implants and buys souls. That’s a hard combination to beat. But he’s not nearly as cute. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#richelle-mead #succubus-on-top #death

Since when do we even play games?” “Since when don’t we play games? Games of life, games of death. Games of love, of hope, of chance, of despair, and of all the myriad wonders in between.” I rolled my eyes at the newcomer. “Hello, Carter. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#richelle-mead #succubus-on-top #death

There is a point when the anguished soul finally despairs.  A moment in life when the heart, the will, even the spirit crumbles.  Some say that after much grief and drowning in tears, it is possible to pick up the pieces and carefully repair what was shattered. I say nay.  For the chains of despair have no key, and the soul destroyed by that monster can never hope to be unaffected.  There are things done that cannot be undone. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#destruction #grief #hopelessness #pain #richelle

Gratitude paints little smiley faces on everything it touches. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#gratefulness #gratitude #richelle #richelle-goodrich #smile

One grateful thought is a ray of sunshine.  A hundred such thoughts paint a sunrise.  A thousand will rival the glaring sky at noonday - for gratitude is light against the darkness. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#darkness #gratefulness #gratitude #light #richelle

Be nice. Be good. Be happy. If people everywhere were to keep to this simple creed, there'd be few problems left in the world to fret about. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#happiness #kindness #richelle #richelle-goodrich #richelle-goodrich

Chameleonesque, hobbitish, unicorned, and unwakeable may not be real words, but you do know what they mean. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#pretend #richelle #richelle-goodrich #words #writing

To most, being locked away in solitary with nothing but pen and paper would prove a hard punishment. What a strange creature who views this as heaven. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#richelle #richelle-goodrich #writers #writing #richelle-goodrich

I've figured out why they call it a trial.  Because you try all you can to pull through it.  ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#difficulty #endurance #hardship #richelle #richelle-goodrich