Michael Scofield Quotes Novels & Stories

Michael inquired, not one to back down easily. Sophia quickly clarified, "No, it's not that." Michael continued to probe. "So, you don't think I'm right for you?" Sophia couldn't help but chuckle at his straightforwardness. "God, you should have become a lawyer," she teased, "you sure know how to put pressure on someone." Michael, undeterred, responded with a smug smile. "If you go out on a date with me, I'd apply it to you, but you'll surely like it this time."

“Am doing all I can. Things take time. We can’t rush them or we might ruin this before it even had a chance.” “That’s shrink bullshit,” Michael told me, then put some distance between us. “Now I am fucking done talking. You have more than you could be doing.” This time, it was me that gave him the questioning look. “Get stronger, faster, and fight better. You are going to be challenged and trust me, you are not fucking ready. In fact, I say you suck, like really suck.” “What? I do not. Quit saying that!” “You do too. I mean holy crap, I’ve seen humans hold their own better than you,” he told me, the smug smirk reappearing on his face. “And if you want me to stop saying the truth, then come o

He completely forgot his surroundings and all his attention was to one certain boy. "Earth to you JK" Michael tapped his shoulder and Jonathan cleared his throat again with his hand waving in his hairs. "Look at the previous data Mr. Scot and then report me after dinner." Jonathan said to his security in charge who nodded in return and Jonathan turned to Michael. "Till then I don't want anyone to disturb me" Michael frowned on quick orders. "Not even a coffee?" Michael kind off tried to hit the nerve which actually he did but Jonathan recovered or we should say hided it quickly and glared at his right-hand man.

Untouchable. Mr. Harris extended a hand, but I ignored it, taking the microphone instead. "Thank you, Mr. Harris," I said smoothly. "It’s an honor to be recognized tonight. Though, I must admit—" I let my gaze sweep across the audience, briefly meeting Michael’s stormy eyes. "—I wasn’t expecting such a… nostalgic welcome." A few chuckles from the crowd. But Michael? He didn’t even blink. "It’s been quite a journey," I continued, my voice steady. "And if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that time doesn’t change the truth. It only reveals it."

"You always exude how you feel. I can visible pick up the energy you emit. When you are nervous, I get all nervous. And I need to be the one with the cool head." I laughed. "That's true, I'm driven by my heart." "That's not bad though", Michael took another bite of his donut. Once he swallowed he continued talking. "In some situations emotions are better than cold thoughts." "Considering the field I work in it should be different." "Customers always tell me they like how nice you are - you make a likeable impression on them", Michael shook his head. "Stop down-talking yourself silly. You are amazing as you are."

Scott didn't have to look far, Michael had stayed right outside the door. "I thought I'd give you guys a moment, first." Michael said shyly. "He's asking to see you. Are you up for it?" Michael took a shuddering breath and squared his shoulders. "Ready as I'll ever be." Scott led him in with an a protectively around his shoulders. Michael did an impressive job keeping his emotions under control, but you could read the strain on his face, and his hands trembled noticeably. Scott waited until it seemed like they had a decent conversation going and had each other sufficiently distracted before he slipped out of the room to make a phone call. His parents needed to know what happened.

He wanted to move but realized he couldn’t. “I guess you were too blinded by her condition you couldn’t see that you walked into a pentagon…” he said. Odin looked around him and he realized he was right. Still he laughed. “You keep making me laugh Michael! Didn’t you have enough toys to play with while growing up?” “I was actually busy watching movies about killing assholes like you.” Michael replied, “Then you must be dumber than I thought. You think this will keep me away? How little your thoughts are!” he spat.

Michael called when he saw she's taking so much time to give him a reply. "You must really take me for a fool Michael." Scarlett said with a small smile. "What do you mean?" Michael asked. "So, you really think I'll go back to you after everything you did to me, you think I'll do that?'' She questioned in disbelief. "Scarlett please—" "Enough!" She interrupted. "Enough of all this now Michael, stop trying so hard because it's not getting anywhere, how many times have you came to me with the same old story and what was my reply?" She asked.

Michael words were suicidal and he had a feeling that he was ready to give up on life. Michael however took steps back, his feet almost falling off the hill. "Michael, don't! Don't act foolish. Death is not the option... just hold on, okay ...you were wrong, yes but death isn't the option." Broderick took a careful step further to him. Michael shook his head and said his last words, "I have sinned to God and man." He let his body fall off the hill. "No! No!" Broderick screamed and ran to the falling point of the hill but the soldiers quickly held him.

I continue without pausing a bit. He actually laughed. "How about we not do that? I’m meant to keep you safe, not entertain you” “I think you’re meant to keep me safe and sound, you know what I won’t be from the boredom I’ve had to endure for days now? Insane, like I will lose my mind, literally? And before you know it depression sets in, doesn’t sound very sound to me” I explain to him slowly. “You know now that I think of it a little wine never harmed anybody" Michael says with a shrug of his shoulders, as though he was trying to loosen tense muscles there.