#richelle

Death. What a brief word for the extinguishing of life. To be no more. To have days cut off and at their end. To never again..........anything. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#end #finality #grief #richelle #richelle-goodrich

The training part," I guessed. "Yup. You're going to be Dimitri's partner." A moment of funny silence fell, probably not noticeable to anyone except Dimitri and me. Our eyes met. "Guarding partner," Dimitri clarified unnecessarily, like maybe he too had been thinking of other kinds of partners. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#richelle-mead #rose #vampier-acadmey #funny

I don't like cages, ↗

— Richelle Mead

#richelle-mead #rose-hathaway #rosemarie-hathaway #rose-hathaway

A Wish on the Sun" "I see the world beyond a tiny window that allows a glimpse of Heaven into my life. Those who dwell in that enviable light cannot hear me through the glass that muffles my cries. They do not appear to see my face pressed against this barrier. I watch them live, carefree and smiling. Even when our eyes lock - mine wide and weary - theirs squint beyond notice of me. They can't peer past the glass - the sunlight glaring off its surface. They don't see me. They won't see me. I make a wish on the sun, staring into its fiery brightness, imagining it blinding me to the beauty beyond my reach. Would my hell feel so awful then? The sun, this nearest star, absorbs my deepest wish for the thousandth time. 'Save me! Hold my hand! Pretend to care!' The light is blocked by a figure stepping past my window, and I feel the universe turn its cold shoulder on me. Despair smothers the hope that made my lips move in utterance of a desperate wish. It ebbs and weakens, but it does not die. The flicker of an ember remains, enough to ignite hope again - another time. All storms eventually cease, do they not? Once more, I press my face against the glass to view a glimpse of Heaven lived by the undeserving. I savor the sunlight, the only thing powerful enough to penetrate the window that bars me in hell. The warm rays touch me. I imagine God's fingers caressing my face - and the dying ember of hope suddenly inflames. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#alone #despair #hope #need #richelle

Faith to me is trusting in every evidence that something is―that it is possible, that it is significant, that it is real. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#belief #believing #confidence #conviction #faith

One of the most effective things you will ever do in life, whether you care to or not, is set an example. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#example #exemplar #life #model #representative

By the way, my name's Rose Hathaway. I'm seventeen years old, training to protect and kill vampires, in love with a completely unsuitable guy, and have a best friend whose weird magic could drive her crazy. Hey, no one said high school was easy. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#frostbite #hathaway #mead #richelle #rose

The most difficult challenge an honest man will ever face is having to choose between duty and love. One creates a man of honorable character; a life worth dying for. The other creates a vulnerable soul that madly yearns for either death or immortality. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#commitment #duty #eena #honor #love

Statistics, likelihoods, and probabilities mean everything to men, nothing to God. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#almighty #god #likelihood #might #omnipotence

To a man, sex is the ultimate expression of love. It is pure pleasure. But to a woman there exists something greater than pleasure - gestures of adoration. A gentle caress on the cheek, an attentive smile, a soft kiss while swept away in a slow dance, the whispered words, 'You're beautiful' - these are the tokens of love that women cherish. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#adoration #attention #love #lovers #pleasure