Best 28 quotes of Michelle Frost on MyQuotes

And who is to say the truth can’t be a miracle?

Don’t thank me,” snapped Idrith, “I just insulted you.

Eventually, she looked up, her eyes completely void of emotions. “You are merely a diversion. You mean nothing to me.” She walked past him and out of the room. She left him, a fish gasping amongst the clouds, falling back to earth.

Fear is undoubtedly the most weakening emotion. A fearful person has no ability to protect their personal space and that includes their spiritual space.

He went up to his room and sat down at the desk to write the hardest note he'd even written in his life. He tore up four attempts before he was happy with what he'd written. It was short and to the point. " You mean everything to me.

He went up to his room and sat down at the desk to write the hardest note he’d ever written in his life. He tore up four attempts before he was happy with what he’d written. It was short and to the point. “You mean everything to me.” I

I can’t tell you what to do. Only you know what is best for you, but I can tell you this much: love isn’t a destination, it’s a journey. You have to be willing to walk together or you will end up walking further and further apart.

Idrith didn’t want to go back to his cold lonely room, with all its unanswered questions. He took the glass and sat down. For a long while they sat without speaking, watching the flames and sipping their drinks. Idrith would have felt at peace if it weren’t for the book in Harmion’s lap.

If the Dreams mean nothing, then why are you so afraid to talk about them?

I’m fine with waving my naked soul at people one-on-one, but flop badly with trust and hate change. Leaps of faith give me ulcers.

I’m not a rebel. I was sent here to protect, not to harm.

In reality, receiving psychic messages is a bit like having a pet talking parrot. When you’re alone, your parrot shouts, sings and talks all day, but the moment you invite your friends over to show off your amazing pet… dead silence.

It was early evening twilight when we came around a corner… and there in the road was a red deer stag. He leapt up the bank beside the road and then paused, looking back over his shoulder as we passed. Like a scene in a dream I watched him as he watched me. He was so close… so still and so beautiful. There was an instant of knowing that my heart was as trapped in this beautiful wildness as my eyes were caught in his calm curious gaze. It was a slowly growing realisation that I had fallen in love a third time… with this lovely, cold strange world of water and stone, sharp light and deep shadows. And I would never be the same again.

It was rather peculiar behaviour for a totem animal. Totem animals are supposed to be the spirits of actual dead animals or the essence of real animals. ... Actual elephants do not normally wear berets, sombreros or any other type of hat, nor do they dance upright shaking maracas.

I was an owl in the darkness, looming over this black and white Dominican mouse with her little pink rodent hands working the old projector. I was a panther in short socks, teeth clenched and eyes fixed on my prey.

Music can make you feel things that aren’t yours—sadness, or love, or joy. A good song has a magic to it. It pulls you in and the feelings in the music take over and you become the music, you become the song.

Never complete. Never whole. White skin and an African soul.

Rejoice in the colours…

She knows how to feed her soul with a few quick breaths of outdoor air from the stairwell. She can bide her time till freedom comes. Little fox lady with her bright and determined eyes... taking her dose of freedom three times a day. Nothing else matters, she never stops to talk. She has better places to be than standing talking to other sick people. She has a fragment of home calling.

She put her head in her hands and began to cry softly. He felt confused and bitterly unhappy. A part of him wanted to go to her, to hold and comfort her, but he wasn’t prepared to be pushed away in cold anger all over again. He waited in his chair and felt the room expand until there was an emptiness the size of the desert between them.

Sometimes we need to be reminded that it is okay to break the rules and draw daisies for zeros and kittens for crosses. There are no rules except those limitations we create ourselves.

teach us equality through empathy

The tall monk who came striding down the shadowed monastery corridor was surprisingly young, barely thirty. As he swept past the novices, his dark robe flapping wildly around his legs, they bobbed their heads in fearful deference.

they were forbidden words, laced with the fear of transgression and sin.

This time he had no choice but to look into her eyes. He did not look away. It was the bright fierce gaze that she remembered so vividly from their first meeting. He’d reminded her of an eagle, the Castellan of Amyth

This time when she picked up her paints, she didn’t think, she just painted. It was like opening the door onto a storm. The canvas was her doorway and the paint all the thunder and lightning, the wild pain-filled sky caught inside her.

Those that know, do not need explanations, and those that do not, would not understand any explanations.

Where are we now? I think modern mankind is on the evolutionary scale of teenager: we think we know it all and it’s all about us. From "Holo Earth and the Evolution of Awareness