Michael Sullivan (or variants) may refer to:
One truth doesn't refute another. Truth doesn't lie in the object, but in how we see it.
Slaying dragons, melting witches, and banishing demons is all fun and games until someone loses a sidekick—then it’s personal. The bad guy isn’t just the “bad guy” anymore, he’s the BAD GUY!
Happiness comes from moving toward something. When you run away, ofttimes you bring your misery with you.
The idea of how others see you becomes more important than the reality of you.
I need your help. ” Royce looked up as if his head weighed a hundred pounds, his eyes red, his face ashen. He waited. “One last job,” Hadrian told him, then added, “I promise. ” “Is it dangerous?” “Very. ” “Is there a good chance I’ll get killed?” “Odds are definitely in favor of that. ” Royce nodded, looked down at the scarf in his lap, and replied, “Okay.
As they climbed into their saddles, Myron bowed his head and muttered a soft prayer. “There,” Hadrian told Royce, “we’ve got Maribor on our side. Now you can relax. ” “Actually,” Myron said sheepishly, “I was praying for the horses. But I will pray for you as well,” he added hastily.
There you are!” he shouted at them. “Father has half the castle turned out looking for you. ” “Us?” Hadrian asked. “Yes. ” Fanen nodded. “He wants to see the two thieves in his chambers right away. ” “You didn’t steal the silver or anything, did you, Royce?” Hadrian asked. “I would bet it has more to do with your flirting with Lenare this afternoon and threatening Mauvin just to show off,” Royce retorted. “That was your fault,” Hadrian said, jabbing his finger at him.
Sometimes the price of dreams is achieving them.
The abbot told me once that lying was a betrayal to one's self. It's evidence of self-loathing. You see, when you are so ashamed of your actions, thoughts, or intentions, you lie to hide it rather than accept yourself for who you really are. The idea of how others see you becomes more important than the reality of you. It's like when a man would rather die than be thought of as a coward. His life is not as important to him as his reputation. In the end, who is the braver? The man who dies rather than be thought of as a coward or the man who lives willing to face who he really is?
Aren’t you going to say, I told you so?” Hadrian whispered. “What would be the point in that?” “Oh, so you’re saying that you’re going to hang on to this and throw it at me at some future, more personally beneficial moment?” “I don’t see the point in wasting it now, do you?