Browse 754 quotes about Richelle.
“Hey, guard!” Ian hollered out loud. “Do you think we could get a bathroom break?”
The guard seemed to snicker as he pointed to the grass outside the cell. Eena smirked at how dead-on her thoughts had been after all.
“Come on,” Ian complained. “She can’t do that, she’s a girl.”
The soldier smiled wryly, a shrug communicating his indifference.
Eena laughed in her mind.
(I don’t know what you think’s so funny. You’re the one who’s gotta pee.)
Oddly enough, that fact just made her laugh even more.”
Source: Eena, The Curse of Wanyaka Cave
“That was the coolest thing ever.” Eena smiled at the fact that she’d been lucky enough to touch the wings of a real crioness.
“That was highly unusual. I can’t believe they came right up to us—to you.”
“They were hungry, I’m sure.”
“Still, crioness are cautious. They always avoid people. To let you touch him like it did…..”
She grinned with pure satisfaction. “Wild huh? Derian’s not going to believe me when I tell him.” Eena cocked her head when Ian laughed out loud. “What?” she asked, a note of offense in her voice.
“Of course Derian will believe you. When does anything ever happen to you that isn’t unreal?”
Knowing he was right, she shoved him off the log anyway.”
Source: Eena, The Curse of Wanyaka Cave
“The watchful Mishmorat commented while waiting, contemplating Eena’s bare back. “Your people are so plain and pale.”
“Oh?” Eena kinked her neck to look at Niki, zeroing in on her long spotted arms. Her bronze skin was arguably more striking—speckled in beautiful patterns.
“I’m sorry,” the Mishmorat quickly apologized. “I didn’t mean to be rude. It’s just that I’ve never seen such bare skin before. There’s nothing to look at.”
Eena quickly pulled the new t-shirt down over her back. She chuckled at Niki’s comment. “I’ll admit your people are very attractive. But I’m okay with my ‘plainness.’” She glanced over her pale legs before pulling on a clean pair of pants.
“You’re kinda like a clear, cloudless sky,” Niki said, cocking her head wonderingly.
“And you’re like a…..a sky dotted with shapely clouds.”
“Only dark clouds.”
“Storm clouds.”
“Yeah,” Niki grinned devilishly, “That’s me—a sky full of storm clouds.”
Source: Eena, The Curse of Wanyaka Cave
“The captain put his fingers to his temples as if he had a headache. “So, let me get this straight. Edgar, an immortal, who I assume is as unscrupulous as his sisters, tried to take that bracelet from you…”
“He did take it,” she corrected.
“I thought you said Zmey kept him from doing so.”
“No. Edgar did snatch it from me at first, but Zmey made him give it back. I guess because King Wennergren gifted it to me. That means no one else is allowed to have it—that is, unless I give it away.”
“So it’s good that you had Zmey there to help.”
“Well….not exactly,” she hemmed again.
“Not exactly, again?” Derian’s face tightened with frustration. He pressed harder on his temples.
“Zmey protects the bracelet because he has to, but he doesn’t care much for me.” She hesitated before uttering the next sentence. “He actually tried to kill me.”
“What? What! Why? Eena!”
“It’s okay, really, I’m fine! Naga protects me from those other dragons.”
“Other dragons? For criminy’s sake, how many more are there?!”
Source: Eena, The Curse of Wanyaka Cave
“You know the story.” The Nalnom rotated his hand in the air as if she should recall it.
“I don’t. I’ve never heard the story.”
Joshlon summarized it for her. “Prometheus was turned into a dragon by his angry lover, Naradite. She refused to turn him back into his manly form. He became the first fire-breathing dragon—Naga the Terrible.”
Eena dropped her lower jaw. “What?”
“Naradite turned Prometheus into a dragon,” Joshlon repeated. “Naga.”
“And Prometheus is Edgar’s father?” She was sure the surrounding stares were the result of her virtually shouting out the question.
Joshlon answered with some hesitance in his voice. “I don’t know who Edgar is, but Edgarmetheus was supposedly the son of Prometheus, the illegitimate child of him and his lover, Naradite.”
“Oh. My. Gosh!” Eena exclaimed. “Naga is Edgar’s father!”
Joshlon’s lip curled. He didn’t look like he was following her emotional outburst. “Sha Eena, are you trying to tell me that this is all for real? And Naga is the undefeatable enemy you’re fighting?”
Her hazel eyes focused on him instantly. “Oh, no, no, not Naga! Out of all the immortals, he’s the nice one!”
Joshlon looked confused. “Naga the Terrible is the nice one?”
“Yes,” Eena nodded assuredly. “Edgar is the…” She halted mid-sentence. Joshlon had stopped moving. In fact, all the surrounding Nalnoms were frozen in place, skeptical expressions stuck on their faces. Her eyes fell closed when she heard the disgruntled voice behind her.
“I’m the what?” he grumbled lowly. “I’d really love to hear the end of that sentence, Amora.”
Source: Eena, The Two Sisters
“They went back to scooping up breakfast, licking the mess off their fingers. Soon the pile of berry mush was gone and their tongues were dyed a nice midnight blue. Ian seemed in a good mood, sticking his tongue out playfully at his best friend. Eena did likewise, right back at him. She was happy he was smiling, even if his teeth were purple.
(You’re too much fun, Eena,) Ian announced in her mind. (I’m really glad we’re friends.)
(Me too,) she agreed. (Best friends.)
Ian leaned back on his hands and watched the waves roll in from far off. The swells were building into large, flat-crested waves.
(Angelle never thought like you do. You’re creative and kinda crazy. Her thoughts were always more simple and, well…..normal.)
(Yeah, well, deadly dragons and evil witches tend to suck all the normal right out of you,) she grumbled.
(I suppose.)”
Source: Eena, The Two Sisters
“Stop tormenting Derian.”
“Me?” Edgar gaped at her with a clearly fake look of innocence.
“Yes, you.”
“And what about you? When will you stop tormenting him?” Edgar moved past the young queen to approach the unmoving captain. He circled the man as though he were checking out a statue on display
“I’m not tormenting him; why would you say that?”
“You have the poor guy believing you actually intend to marry him.” Edgar stopped to fix the captain’s collar, raising it up high and stiff around his neck.
“I do intend to marry him.” Eena followed her immortal watchdog and folded down the captain’s collar, repositioning it as it had been.
“Oh please,” Edgar groaned. “You’ve had two opportunities to do so, and on both occasions you turned him down.” Edgar elevated the captain’s elbow—adjusting him like a mannequin—leaving it in an awkward position. “The council expressed a desire for you to marry, and you nearly hyperventilated over the mere suggestion. And just recently, due to his own paranoia, Derian all but begged you to marry him. Your refusal couldn’t have been more swift or more adamant.”
Eena returned the captain’s elbow to his side as she retorted, “I’m only seventeen, Edgar! I have no desire to marry anyone right now. But when I am ready, Derian will be my husband.”
Edgar took hold of the captain’s outreaching arm and shoved it forcefully down. “He will not.”
“He will so!” Eena raised the arm back to where it had been and warned her rival, “Don’t touch him again, Edgarmetheus!”
“Fine, fine,” the immortal ceded. Then with a smug grin he added, “If this had been Ian, you would never have let me touch him in the first place.”
Source: Eena, The Two Sisters
“Tell me you didn’t,” she groaned, knowing it would not be the truth. “Please tell me you didn’t take advantage of these poor people.”
“I didn’t,” he chirped.
“Liar.”
With an irritated sigh he tried to convince her. “Amora, you’re not seeing things from an immortal perspective. The people who built this temple…”
“Temple?” she cried, cutting him off. “You forced these people to build you a temple? Why? Because all of a sudden you’re God now?”
Perturbed by her interruption, he raised a warning finger. “No, no, Amora, not God. But from their viewpoint I may seem a bit…..god-like.”
She rolled her eyes in an exaggerated manner.
“If you would let me finish,” he went on, “these particular individuals had no part in the construction of that monument; it was their ancestors who erected it. And I must say, they did a fine job. My likeness has weathered the centuries quite well.”
“You’re despicable.”
He frowned at the insult. “Nobody was forced to build us a temple, Amora. They chose to do so.”
“You were that impressive to them, huh?”
“Apparently.” His eyes twinkled at the memory. He took a few steps toward the distant city, pulling Eena along. “Come on, let’s go have some fun.”
“No way.” She planted her feet, refusing. Surprisingly it put a stop to him.
“And why not?”
“Because your sudden appearance will upset them! No doubt you’ll want to show off with some shockingly grand entrance. I’m not going to take part in a game of deceit.”
“I’m not deceiving anyone,” Edgar disputed. “I can’t help it if they happen to think I’m perfectly magnificent.”
His pompous view of himself earned a nasty look as well as a lecture. “I can’t believe you’re okay with selling people lies that affect the way they live and think! You’re not even close to being a god, Edgar, and yet you allow them to accept you as some sort of deity because of your unusual abilities. For centuries now you’ve abandoned this world and a population who probably looked to you and your lousy sisters for help. It’s all a big, disgusting sham!”
Edgar pouted like a child. “Fine—spoil all my fun. We’ll go do something else. Something that doesn’t include your poor, fragile, stupid mortals.”
“They’re not stupid.”
“They think I’m a god,” he snapped.
That was a pretty good argument.”
Source: Eena, The Two Sisters
“But you will die, Amora.”
“I know.” She couldn’t help but smile at his bemusement. “It’s a fact I’ve always known, just like my ancestors before me. Don’t you see? That’s what makes us who we are. That’s what makes life valuable, Pallador, knowing that each and every day we live is a gift. Therein lies mortality’s great value. We cherish it because of its temporality. It is precious because it is fleeting.”
Source: Eena, The Two Sisters
“Why hasn't someone lassoed a few teenagers and had them sit down and write out all the supposed answers they have so we can solve the world's problems already?”
“It is in the coldest months that hugs linger snug, and they warm the soul the most.”
Source: Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year
“One thing about a skunk—once you recognize the markings, you know things are gonna stink.”
Source: Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year
“Write at a pace that doesn't surpass your creative flow. Don't be hasty; don't be sloppy. Don't forfeit impressive writing for an impressive word count. Because eventually it will all have to be edited, and you'll find that it is harder to make bad writing good than to make good writing better.”
“The greater self-confidence an individual possesses, the less inclined he is to put down others. This says a lot about those who constantly belittle.”
Source: Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year
“I write because I love it, not because I excel at it. But because I write, I shall slowly excel at it.”
“As sunlight is for flowers, and sustenance for the mortal shell, music is for the human soul.”
Source: Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year
“Fear confronted me, and I stood paralyzed. He seemed a formidable, abiding presence.
Then a voice whispered, “Fear not.”
Fear not, I thought with desperate longing. Oh, how I wanted to heed those words—but how? Hour after hour, day after day, fear refused to budge while I remained paralyzed. And so I let him make my choices; what else could I do? Alas, he never once chose well for me.”
Source: Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year
“Mr. Cat and Mr. Dog were neighbors who fought like, well, cats and dogs. That is until Mr. Rat moved in. It's fascinating how easily two enemies ally at the introduction of a third.”
Source: Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, & Grumblings for Every Day of the Year
“The real me isn’t someone you see but someone you know.”
Source: Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year
“Hey, pretty book, why don’t you lie in my lap awhile?”
Source: Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year
“Helpful is happy.
Selfish is sad.
(It's not uncommon to confuse the two.)”
Source: Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year
“Three carefully stringed words are worth more than a book of gibberish. It's not the word count but the impact of those words that counts.”
“Sound.
Noise
the air employs.
Melodies sweet.
Tweet, tweet, tweet.
Soft. Loud.
A roaring crowd.
Cluck. Caw. Crow.
Tet, tet. Tis, tis.
Guttural growl.
Harrowing howl.
Drip, drip, drip.
Tap, tap, tap.
Moan and groan.
Endless drone.
Ding, dang, dong.
A church bell song.
Vibrations in my ear
to hear.
Sound.”
Source: Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year
“Every single voice—no matter how soft the peep—longs to be heard.”
Source: Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year
“When I finally find that one willing agent, I'll have found my prize in the Cracker Jack box.”
“Some birthdays make you happy.
Some birthdays bring you down.
Some birthdays make you jump for joy
While others paint a frown.
Regardless of your feelings
Or if you’re far or near,
The earth was blessed this special day
When Heaven placed you here.”
Source: Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year
“When a person boldly declares 'You can't' he might as well add on 'Can you?' knowing that this spoken roadblock only serves to fuel a challenge in naturally stubborn souls.”
Source: Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, & Grumblings for Every Day of the Year
“Magic Words"
"Silly words cause trills
because they're ludicrous and funny.
Happy words paint endless smiles
and swallow troubles whole.
Thoughtful words are thus
because they make the day feel sunny.
But hurtful words are such
that pierce the heart and weigh the soul.”
Source: Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, & Grumblings for Every Day of the Year
“To punish someone for your own mistakes or for the consequences of your own actions, to harm another by shifting blame that is rightly yours; this is a wretched and cowardly sin.”
Source: Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, & Grumblings for Every Day of the Year
“A sincere and warmly-expressed apology can produce the same effects as morphine on a suffering soul.”
Source: Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year
“What do you mean I have to wait for someone's approval? I'm someone. I approve. So I give myself permission to move forward with my full support!”
Source: Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, & Grumblings for Every Day of the Year
“What you perceive as a failure today may actually be a crucial step towards the success you seek. Never give up.”
Source: Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, & Grumblings for Every Day of the Year
“Since when is failure more appealing? Never give up.”
Source: Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, & Grumblings for Every Day of the Year
“No matter how loud the sirens or how numerous the hazard signs, we all touch the flames at least once to prove they're hot.”
Source: Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, & Grumblings for Every Day of the Year
“I like bubbles in everything. I respect the power of silence. In cold or warm weather I favor a mug of hot cocoa. I admire cats―their autonomy, grace, and mystery. I awe at the fiery colors in a sunset. I believe in deity. I hear most often with my eyes, and I will trust a facial expression before any accompanying comment. I invent rules, words, adventures, and imaginary friends. I pretend something wonderful every day. I will never quit pretending.”
Source: Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year
“Father always said that money doesn’t grow on trees. Well, time doesn’t grow on trees either.”
Source: Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year
“Hay, por mucho, demasiadas víctimas silentes. No porque no anhelen hacer contacto, sino porque lo han intentado y no han encontrado alguien a quien le importe.”
“Those things that challenge the worst in us tend to strengthen the best in us.”
Source: Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year
“A picture may be worth a thousand words, but those well-arranged words are worth a multi-million-dollar motion picture.”
“Gregory?” I called. I couldn’t help myself. It was irrational, but I was scared to see him run from me. He turned my direction, his feet pivoting in the dirt. Warily, I crossed into the light for a moment.
“Do you, um…” I inhaled deeply. “Do you think you’ll still want to be my friend tomorrow?” I held my breath and waited for his answer.
Although I could feel the sunshine perceptibly tingle every inch of exposed skin, the way Gregory smiled at me produced a swell of warmth unmatchable even for the sun.
“I’ll always want to be your friend, Annabelle. Do you want to be mine?”
My head nodded like mad, ecstatic, all on its own. I disappeared among the shadows again and watched my new friend until he stepped around the Hopkins’ house. Then I waited until his car drove off -- Gregory and his mother headed for home.
I was on a high like no other, but I’d not lost my grasp on reality entirely. I knew that the real test would come Monday. It was one thing to befriend an outcast in the privacy of the woods, but quite another to risk ridicule and reputation when surrounded by peers. This was true even for those with the biggest of hearts, which I now believed Gregory Hill to have.”
Source: Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher
“You and I were never meant to be together, but we are. Our pairing is not unlike two electrons ignoring natural laws in order to orbit one another. Life now defies reason—quirky but beautiful.”
Source: Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, & Grumblings for Every Day of the Year
“From good examples we learn how to be. From bad examples we learn how not to be. An observant and willing student can learn from any circumstance.”
Source: Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year
“A writer writes knowing that nothing else will elicit the same kind of satisfaction and personal triumph as molding the written word into a reader's great experience.”
“One of the most effective things you will ever do in life, whether you care to or not, is set an example.”
Source: Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, & Grumblings for Every Day of the Year
“Take it one step at a time—inarguably wise advice. And yet we all take a running leap, hoping the wind will catch us on its wings and lift us clear to the top of the beanstalk. Those few Jacks who have reached new heights in this manner inevitably wish they had taken more time to prepare for the overbearing giant who greeted them.”
Source: Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year
“Mystery, why so attractive to me?
You blind me with fear, place hope on my tongue, and with a cold kiss draw me forward. Wary and trembling, I follow.”
Source: Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, & Grumblings for Every Day of the Year
“Rare and precious moments, how I long to live with you eternally! If only your sweetness never ceased to touch my lips, and the flutters you evoke nevermore faded away. I dream of your arm extended immeasurably to keep hold of my reaching hand.
But Father Time, being a cruel master, will not grant such a wish.
And so I tuck you away as cherished memories, stored in a treasure box buried in my heart. And in times of solitude, I shall bring you out to view like rainbows.”
Source: Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year
“Life may dawdle along in minutes but don't be deceived, for it will sprint by in years before you even notice.”
Source: Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, & Grumblings for Every Day of the Year
“Life is a bonfire where everyone else has brought marshmallows, and you—a stick.”
Source: Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year
“Haiku Christmas Story
New light in the sky
announces a sacred birth.
Shine brightly young star.
Hallelujah song
carries on a gentle wind,
heralding a king.
Shepherds lift their heads,
not to gaze at a new light
but to hear angels.
"Unto you is born
in the city of David
a Savior for all."
Born on straw at night
under low stable rafters,
Baby Jesus cried.
Sheep and goats and cows
gather 'round a manger bed
to awe at a babe.
Wise men come to see
a child of greater wisdom
and honor divine.
Rare and precious gifts,
gold and myrrh and frankincense,
to offer a king.
Mary and Joseph
huddle snugly together.
They cradle God's son.
On this wise He came,
the Son of God to the earth.
A humble wonder.”
Source: Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year