Michelle Frost Quotes & Sayings

Don't thank me," snapped Idrith, "I just insulted you. — Michelle Frost

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 — Michelle Frost

I'm not a rebel. I was sent here to protect, not to harm. — Michelle Frost

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. — Michelle Frost

Those that know, do not need explanations, and those that do not, would not understand any explanations. (Biru) — Michelle Frost

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. — Michelle Frost

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. — Michelle Frost

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

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. — Michelle Frost

Idrith didn't want to go back to his cold lonely room, with all its unanswered questions. He took the glass and sat down. — Michelle Frost

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. — Michelle Frost

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 — Michelle Frost

teach us
equality through empathy — Michelle Frost

Don't judge me. You do not know my story. — Michelle Frost

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. — Michelle Frost

And who is to say the truth can't be a miracle? — Michelle Frost

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

Never complete. Never whole.
White skin and an African soul. — Michelle Frost

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. — Michelle Frost

It doesn't seem to make any sense, but then it never does! It's usually only afterwards when the pieces finally fit together, that you're left standing there thinking how obvious it always was. (Aztar) — Michelle Frost

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. — Michelle Frost