“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?” MenImportantIdeasEndsSelfRealityActionFacesLife IsLyingDiesAcceptingWillingEvidenceIntentionBetrayalReputationAshamedCowardLoathingSelf LoathingAccepting Yourself Author:Michael J. Sullivan
“Will nodded toward Hadrian. “Look at the swords he’s carrying. A man wearing one—maybe he knows how to use it, maybe not. A man carries two—he probably don’t know nothing about swords, but he wants you to think he does. But a man carrying three swords—that’s a lot of weight. No one’s gonna haul that much steel around unless he makes a living using them.” ThinkingKnowsMenWantLooksDoeTwoUseThreeKnow HowWeightCarrieSteelHaulHadrian Book:Hollow World Source: Hollow World
“There are still eight of us,” Guy pointed out. “Not exactly an even fight.” “I was thinking the same thing,” Mauvin said. “Sadly, there’s no one else here we can ask to join your side.” Guy looked at Mauvin, then Hadrian, for a long moment as the men glared across the ash at each other. Then he nodded and lowered his blade. “Well, I can see I’ll have to report your misconduct to the archbishop.” “Go ahead,” Hadrian said. “His body is buried with the rest of them just down the hillside.” ThinkingMenWellsLongSaidStillsI CanMomentsBodyGuyFightingAsksSidesEightReportsBuriedAshesBladesYour SideMisconductHadrianThinking The Same Author:Michael J. Sullivan
“You think you’re a very clever fellow, don’t you?” Saldur challenged. “No, Your Grace,” Merrick replied. “Clever is the man who makes a fortune selling dried-up cows, explaining how it saves the farmers the trouble of getting up every morning to milk them. I’m not clever—I’m a genius.” ThinkingMenMorningGraceTroubleGeniusFellowsFortuneCleverSellingFarmersMilkCowsEvery MorningExplainingVery Clever Book:Nyphron Rising Source: Nyphron Rising
“Have you ever been in love, Hadrian?” “I’m not sure. How do you tell?” “Love? Why, it’s like coming home.” Hadrian considered the comment. “What are you thinking?” Bulard asked. Hadrian shook his head. “Nothing.” “Yes, you were. What? You can tell me. I’m an excellent repository for secrets. I’ll likely forget, but if I don’t, well, I’m an old man in a remote jungle. I’m sure to die before I can repeat anything.” Hadrian smiled, then shrugged. “I was just thinking about the rain.” IfsThinkingMenWellsI CanHomeDiesForgetSecretRainExcellentNot SureRepeatsComing HomeOld ManCommentJungleBeen In LoveHadrian Author:Michael J. Sullivan
