1,627 Quotes by 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.

We are not born with hard hearts. We are born with soft and tender hearts that, more often than not, are mishandled and consequently broken. The pain is always harsher than expected when each fragment turns to stone. So we pile them high to form a wall of protection around ourselves, determined never to experience such terrible pain again. That is how hearts come to be hardened. Ironically, our refusal to dismantle the wall is how and why we continue to suffer.

MothersOfferTheirHearts as anEternalRestingSpot

Darkness doesn’t fall over the face of the land. It is always there, hidden and lurking, waiting for the light to leave. That is why you must feed your light. Keep it constantly burning. Never neglect it, even for a minute.

Be sure to wear greenon March seventeen,or else Irish leprechauns pinch your bones clean!

I hope you know I love you, not just because I tell you so at every opportunity, but because I show you so as often as the sun sets.

Evil destroys things. Everything. Including itself.

When I first heard your voice, my heart leapt in my chest as if it recognized you as its owner from another lifetime.

Halloween colors, less or more,are pumpkin, witch, and bloody gore.”“You must mean orange, black, and red.”“Indeed, that’s what I said.