Quotes by Poets - Page 176

To believe in yourself is to light a spark with the potential to start a fire.
Richelle E. Goodrich
You can do things. Do you know this?Do you believe it?You should.It’s true.You can do great things.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Too often we let others stamp a price tag on us, and we accept their appraisal of our worth, forgetting we are in fact priceless.
Richelle E. Goodrich
The spirit of Christmas exists in harmonious carols like those sung by angels on the day of Christ’s birth.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Treats and tricks.Witch broomsticks.Jack-o-lanternsLick their lips.Crows and cats.Vampire bats.Capes and fangsAnd pointed hats.Werewolves howl.Phantoms prowl.Halloween’s Upon us now.
Richelle E. Goodrich
I know they don’t respect the lives of others…”“Mortals,” he specified, “who exist for a brief moment and then die off.”Her voice rose as she argued with him. “I speak of people with very valued lives, Edgar. It may seem like a moment to you, but to me it is eternity.”“That makes no sense.”“It makes perfect sense, Edgar! Life is valuable—period. And because mine can be easily taken away, it becomes even more valuable and precious. Yours, you take for granted because you’ll never lose it. Mine, I cherish because it’s fleeting. For that reason alone I can argue that my life is of the greatest worth.”His eyebrows pulled together over a tangled scowl. She couldn’t tell if he was trying to understand her reasoning or if she had merely managed to upset him.“Never mind,” she mumbled. “I don’t think you can appreciate what you’ve never experienced.“That works both ways, Amora.”“Whatever.
Richelle E. Goodrich
You breathe.You feel.You seeand hearand smelland tasteand thinkand moveand laughand weepand healand danceand singand love.Thank your mother.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Anyone who takes the time to listen is either an old soul or a romantic one.
Richelle E. Goodrich
A pumpkin lives but once a year when someone sets its soul afire and on that night it stirs up fear until its flame is snuffed.But e'en one night of eerie light is fright enough.
Richelle E. Goodrich
The coldest day in fallis at the Hallows Evening ballwhere ghoulish funavoids the sunas monsters mingle wall to wall.
Richelle E. Goodrich
I do listen. I just wait for the words to stop and your eyes to speak.
Richelle E. Goodrich
A smile is a light that sets your inner self aglow, letting others know you’re home.
Richelle E. Goodrich
A Halloween flower,if ever there was one,would smell like an onion,have thorns like a rose.With charcoal black petalsand vines that entangle,t'would grow under moonlightin mud, I suppose.
Richelle E. Goodrich
The truth is, when you have little to do, you do very little. But when you have much to do, you do much. So it should make sense that by taking on more than you can handle, you accomplish more than you ever dreamed you could. And so it is.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Witches cackle.Goblins growl.Spectres boo,And werewolves howl.Black cats hiss.Bats flap their wings.Mummies moan.The cold wind sings.Ogre’s roar.And crows, they caw.Vampires bahahahaha.Warlocks swish their moonlit capes.Loch Ness monsters churn the lake.Skeletons, they rattle bonesWhile graveyards crack the old headstones.All the while the ghouls, they cryTo trick-or-treaters passing by.Oh, the noise on Halloween;It makes me want to scream!
Richelle E. Goodrich
One day a week I seek to rest from earthly toil and sorrow.Revitalized, I find the strength to battle new tomorrows.
Richelle E. Goodrich
If all of our sins, bad habits, and poor choices were permanently inked into our skin like tattoos, we would all dress quite modestly.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Church was never meant to be a place for gods to gather, but for devils wanting to shed their horns for halos.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Love in its essence is unconditional. When conditions, exceptions, and ultimatums are cast into the mix, its purity changes. It is no longer love and should be referred to by a less-desirable name.
Richelle E. Goodrich
When you understand that faith is God’s muscle at your disposal, moving mountains doesn’t seem so extraordinary.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Extraordinary power exists in a trial of patience. Few endure their trials well enough to discover this.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Progressing at a snail’s pace is still progress, and slow progress is better than no progress. Never be stagnant, and never give up.
Richelle E. Goodrich
When we all part from this life and gather on the other side, the only thing each of us will have to share is his own story.
Richelle E. Goodrich
It may seem like the dragons tormenting you are bigger and fiercer than those lurking in your neighbor’s yard, but this is an illusion. We all face mighty dragons at home in some form.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Problems are never as difficult as when they are your own.
Richelle E. Goodrich
My mother does not own my hands, though she works hard to train them. My mother does not own my eyes, though she frequently directs their focus. My mother does not own my mind, though she yields great influence upon it. My heart, however, she owns completely, for it was hers the day I was born.
Richelle E. Goodrich
One of the strongest loves I’ve ever witnessed is the love a mother has for her child.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Sunshine warms us, as do smiles—which makes me think that smiles are sunbeams reflected off our teeth.
Richelle E. Goodrich
It’s simply this:the Irish kiss,a snog o’ bliss,be blessed luckfrom any miss.
Richelle E. Goodrich
The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze and orchestrates a rise of goose bumps on my skin.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Be sure to wear greenon March seventeen,or else Irish leprechauns pinch your bones clean!
Richelle E. Goodrich
Impatience is racing at misery full speed.
Richelle E. Goodrich
I never knew what Mother knowed,Like how a thread and needle sewed,And how a kiss healed boo-boos fast.Why family knots were made to last.I never knew how Mother sawA caring man in angry pa,A smile beneath the teary gloom,A game inside a messy room.I never knowed what Mother knew,Like how to smile when days were blue,And how to laugh for laughter’s sake,While giving up her slice of cake.I never saw what Mother see’dLike honor pulling garden weeds,Or deep confessions in a look,And hope alive in storybooks.I never knew how Mother knowedTo hand out carrots when it snowed,And why hot cocoa liked the rain,While naptime kept a person sane.For mother knowed and see’d it all.A winner in a strike-out ball.A 'yes, please' in a shoulder shrug.A 'love you mostest' in a hug.Perhaps, someday, I’ll come to knowWhat Mother saw and knowed as so.Like how 'I’m right' can be all wrong,And why the night requires a song.But of the things I learned and knewI never doubted one thing true.My mother made it crystal clear,she knowed and loved me ever dear.
Richelle E. Goodrich
On Easter we wrap up pretty, little decorated eggs symbolizing life and renewal. We do this because of the intangibility of a promised gift, which is the eventual resurrection of the body, restored to its finest forever state. Easter celebrates life and the idea of its eternal value, most notably the life of the gift-giver who demands nothing in return. He is your Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Things that remind me of Mother are these:the truth ‘mid deception, a warm summer breeze,the calm within chaos, a stitch in a rip,a comforting blanket, the smile on her lip,an ocean of love in a heart big as whales,the morals in everyday stories she tells,a wink amid laughter, the wisdom in books,the peace in humility, beauty in looks,the light and the life in a ray of the sun,the hard work accomplished disguised as pure fun,concern in a handclasp, encouragement too,the hope in a clear morning sky azure blue,the power in prayers uttered soft and sincere,the faith in a promise, and joy in a tear.These things all attest to the wonder and graceof my precious mother, none else could replace.
Richelle E. Goodrich
I wear my wrinkles like battle scars, having earned every last one slaying life’s dragons. They boast of my victories and some defeats while their beauty is a wealth of wisdom gained.
Richelle E. Goodrich
When I ask you to be my valentine, I’m not asking you to love me. I’m simply asking you to accept tokens of my love for you.
Richelle E. Goodrich
There is no poetry without want. Desperate want.
Richelle E. Goodrich
The whispers you hear in your ear that you fear in the air everywhere,they are ghosts.The moans and the groans in the lowest of tones no one owns or condones, they are ghosts.You might deem them gremlins or water or wind,while others say shadows or rodents or sin.But oh! I say no! ‘Tis not so, child, for lo!The chills that you feel in a thrill that proves goose bumps are frightfully real,they are ghosts!
Richelle E. Goodrich
It seems there's confusion at this time of yearregarding the reason for Christmas.From shopping for presents to spreading good cheer,the world makes an overly huge fuss.But Christmas is not for the gifts we exchange.It's not about sleigh rides or sweet candy canes.Nay, Christmas is simple. A time to recallChrist's gift of atonement He gave to us all.
Richelle E. Goodrich
You won’t solve your problems by drowning others in them.
Richelle E. Goodrich
The best fathers have the softest, sweetest hearts. In other words, great dads are real marshmallows.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Stubbornness is a weapon.People tend to draw it out when a sensitive part of their identity is threatened—be it dignity, honor, pride, desires, etc. If loaded with righteous resolve, stubbornness can assist in overcoming obstacles and achieving great feats; however, more often than not it is loaded with anger, used as a means of destruction for both the possessor and those whom he turns his weapon upon. It is best utilized by wise individuals who are able to dispassionately perceive if their stubbornness will accomplish good, or if it should be put away and replaced by a humble substitute to spare the lives of everyone affected.
Richelle E. Goodrich
A hero is a person who, without a second thought, simply does the right thing because his conscience cannot live with any other choice.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Heroes don’t have the need to be known as heroes, they just do what heroes do because it is right and it must be done.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Meanness is a monster that usurps your self-control because you cowardly allow it to conquer you.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Learn to brush off criticism as easily as you brush aside hollow compliments.
Richelle E. Goodrich
A gentleman willNever allow a ladyTo feel less than grand.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Integrity is more than truth and honesty; integrity is an unshackled mind, a happy heart, and a light spirit. Integrity is inner peace with a clear, clean conscience. Integrity is self-respect, honor, and credibility. Integrity is healthy and unfettering, and it is worth defending.
Richelle E. Goodrich
When gossip starts, be deaf.
Richelle E. Goodrich
If life is a stage and you are your own agent, then don’t hesitate to play the character you wish to play.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Remembering our loved ones is breathing life into their fading images, that we might once more see their faces and pass along a tearful “I miss you.
Richelle E. Goodrich
I cast my eyes out to the seaAnd gaze at all eternity.until forever turns to night.My eyes then lift to catch starlight.
Richelle E. Goodrich
If I were to sit on the ocean floor and look toward the sky,I might see a whale or electric eel or octopus pass by.And if I decided to jump straight up and reach with open arms,I might feel the pleasure of ocean flight propel me ’mid their swarms.But if I were seated upon the shore and looking toward the stars,I might see a comet or falling star near Mercury or Mars.Then if I decided to jump straight up and reach with open hands,I might feel despair when my feet refused to leave the shoreline sand.And so I return to the ocean depths where swimming creatures fly,For there I can soar with the whales and fish that daily touch the sky.
Richelle E. Goodrich
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Richelle E. Goodrich
Patience is real self-mastery.
Richelle E. Goodrich
In one way or another,you owe your life to Mother.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Observe the Lord’s Day as he would have you, and perhaps He will observe your days as you would have Him.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Rather than critique people, try admiring God’s creative handiwork.
Richelle E. Goodrich
Patience isn’t simply waiting, it is caring enough about the situation and those involved to remain calm and courteous throughout the wait.
Richelle E. Goodrich