Michael Scofield Quotes Novels & Stories

Michael, you need to be a good boy in this place, learn how to be nice to your students and principal, and also take care of yourself " mom, I dont like this place, I scoffed, it really look dirty, Michael said, " will you please shut this your mouth up " Michelle is no longer with you, learn how to be nice all the time, not arrogant like your...., " like who he said, never mind, just be at peace with everyone

"But…" "I'm scared," Michael muttered under his breath, exhaling slowly, though Marianne caught his words. "Scared? Because you like Dylan?" Marianne asked gently. Michael's eyes widened in shock as he turned to face her. How did she know? "Look, I’m not one to judge anyone," she continued. "I don’t hold prejudice. You can like whoever you want. Just be yourself and do what makes you happy. That’s how you lift the weight off your shoulders."

"I DON'T KNOW Michael. But, I feel he is pushing too hard. I need time for myself. I just discovered my abilities recently and it has not been easy for me," Sarah said as she snuggled obscenely comfortable into the king sized bed in Michael's room. "He pushes everyone to do better, that's what a coach does," Michael replied as he rubbed his hands over his slightly damped hair that hung down his back. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his whitish pale skin and a scar on the left side of his chest from an injury that had almost cost him his life as a child.

Rob said clearing his throat. "I can't wait to see what kinds of talents you girls have. I'm hope you don't disappoint me, I have disappointment." Michael said with a hint of danger in his voice. "You've put a roof over our heads, this is the least we could do. And I'm a hundred and one percent sure you won't be disappointed." Her words were as smooth as a deadly snake, make his word seem like a worthless cry for help. Michael withdrew sensing the danger but the beauty in itself was too much ignore, almost as if a spell had been placed on him when as a matter of fact one was.

He bowed and apologized profusely for the turbulence he had caused. "Oh Lord, what is he up to?" Scarlet pondered, taking off her hands from her ears. Michael was infamously known for being a notorious rabble rouser. It was the last day of college and she hoped he was not up to some sort of mischief. She bit her lip out of the growing worry in her heart.

Sage slowly evoked a polite smile and said to the people next to him, "Enjoy your time here!" Michael was still sitting in front of the screen motionless like a sculpture.

He slumped back to the couch meditating on his words and the effect. On the bright side, Antony was semi out of danger. He could still for, but if he manages to survive, I won't be able to speak with him for weeks, or maybe months? He chuckled and ran his hands through his head, lowered it and shook vehemently. Not good. "Mr Scott ?" He raised his head. "And you are?" "I'm agent Michael, FBI." He introduced. Mr Scott rose up from the chair to shake his head. "I think we need to talk. I might have something that could interest us both."

At that point, his sin of hanging up on me so rudely had been forgiven. “Seems like the day's brighter than usual when you're around me,” Michael remarked with a smile which I found quite amusing. “I know you have been rehearsing that for ages now,” I replied with a laugh that had him quite disappointed. “There are a lot more less cliché lines you could use.” “Yeah… whatever…” Michael let out a sigh as he rested backward in his seat. “You really can be cold sometimes.” “Have you ever been in love before?” I asked as I leaned forward with my hands on the table. There was a lot I wanted to find out about the simple but profound man seated before me.

There are so many places to explore. Please have a seat on my sofa and make yourself comfortable. As the Professor takes a seat, I head to my kitchen to pour us both a drink. Professor Scott, are you sure you don't need to be anywhere? Maybe your wife is worried about where you are. I don't have a wife or a girlfriend either. That is good news for me as I am pouring the drink into the glasses, as I am thinking to myself. I see that you have made yourself comfortable already, professor. How many times do I have to tell you, just call me Michael?

"How would ye know if ye 'aven't gone to explore the city?" Michael stayed silent for a while, searching for the right sentence. "I have, and all I found is that the city is precarious for the both of us," he said. "Why do ye think it is unsafe for us?" Michael paused as if battling with his mind. "I hate Wicklow, I hate Parkfields, I hate everything in it!" He stood up and walked to the window. "And I hope one day, you'll find it in your heart to hate it as much as I do."