#richelle

I'm starting to think that maybe this world is just a place for us to learn we need each other more than we want to admit. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#helping-others #learning #life #meaning-of-life #need

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

Oh, so that's why you're up here. For a pity party." "This isn't a joke. I'm serious." I could tell Lissa was getting angry. It was trumping her earlier distress. He shrugged and leaned casually against the sloping wall. "So am I. I love pity parties. I wish I'd brought the hats. What do you want to mope about first? How it's going to take you a whole day to be popular and loved again? How you'll have to wait a couple weeks before Hollister can ship out some new clothes? If you spring for rush shipping, it might not be so long. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#lissa-dragomir #richelle-mead #vampire-academy #love

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

Had she any respect for him at all, his words would've affected her. But no value accompanies comments spewed from the mouth of a brute. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#comments #criticism #remarks #respect #richelle

I have a funny side. I have a soft and sympathetic side. I have a serious side, and a seriously romantic side. I have lots of sides; it's the main course I haven't quite figured out. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#personality #richelle #richelle-goodrich #sides #romantic