Tyrus Quotes

Perhaps scorpions were the only ones who could save each other. Whatever lay ahead, it would always be the two of us above the rest of the universe, and woe to any who dared step in out path.

Some might call us a monstrous pair, and they would be right. Tyrus and I were both scorpions in our way, dangerous creatures crossing the most treacherous of rivers together. Together we might sting - but we also would float.

I do. I love you, Tyrus.

Tyrus stepped down from his dais, and he was blinding like the sun itself with his halo of hair done in the Helionic ceremonial fashion, his effervescent gold ceremonial coat. But in that face that could look utterly ruthless, there was a softness, a need, and he said, 'Nemesis, did you hear her speak?' I looked up at him, so wary, choking on uncertainty. 'How could I miss it?' 'I did this for you. This was all for you. The universe may deliver itself into my possession, and I'll still feel as though I've lost everything without you by my side. I am madly in love with you, and I hope to all the stars you still feel something for me.

Negativity and stress were feelings Tyrus worked hard to keep out of his life. He had to, otherwise it would overtake him and actually send him into a state of depression.

My point is, we all have demons. Seeing other people's demons come to light makes it so easy to judge because it's not your demons and it's not your shit--it is their shit. The reality is, your shit is just as bad, but the content is different.

It's easy to let the assholes, the jerks, the bullies, the green-eyed monsters occupy all your mental headlines but look around, you've got friends and there are even more people who want you to do well, wishing you nothing but good cheer. Let them have all the publicity in your mental media.

Blast him," Ronan hissed as they surveyed the empty space behind the roadside shop. "He may tell us not to treat him as a prince, but he cannot stop acting like one. He does as he pleases." "Only when it's in my best interests," Tyrus said as he rounded the shop. Ronan glowered. "Which is anytime you don't like what you're told to do." Tyrus grinned. "True.

All art needs to be funny, sad and a little disturbing simultaneously or else it's not art.

...dragon whips his tail!

One day in the spring of 1894 or so, Amanda Cobb looked out her kitchen window and saw Tyrus and a bunch of Negro boys merrily hauling a cart laden with scrap metal, broken furniture, and other things they’d found in backyards and vacant lots around town. They were headed toward the junkyard to try to make a few dollars, and Mrs. Cobb knew for what. “He was always thinking up ways of earning money to buy baseball supplies,” she would tell a writer for the Springfield (Massachusetts) Sunday Union and Republican in 1928. “He was always playing when he was a child. In fact, we had a hard time getting him to go to school. I remember that the first money he earned he spent for a mitt. He couldn’t have been more than six years old when a neighbor asked him to take his cow to the pasture and gave Ty some change for doing it. Ty didn’t buy candy or ice cream. He knew what he wanted, and he got it—a baseball glove.

The best leaders, Annon, serve those they lead. You are united to a common goal. They will not follow you because Tyrus said so. They will follow you if they believe in their hearts that you care about them. That you sincerely desire their good regard. That you treat them with honor and respect and humility. The more of yourself you give away, the more they will flock to you. They will heed you. They will sacrifice for you. They will suffer with you.” She smiled and touched his arm. “That is how to lead men.

Faith was a strange thing, Moria reflected as she walked over to Tyrus. No one would argue that the ancestors did not watch over them and could not influence the living world, but customs changed, and openly calling on spirits for support and guidance these days was often seen as a sign of weakness. Which was foolish, in her opinion. Whether an amulet band worked or not, it couldn't hurt. As their father would say, what often counted was whether one believed such protective rituals worked. Confidence in battle guarded one more than any spirit could.

They say all roads led to the imperial city. Of course that was true - all roads linked up with other roads and would ultimately take you anyplace you wished to go. This road did in fact become the Imperial Way, though, and was busy enough that they could follow Tyrus unnoticed. "Oh, he's noticed," Ronan said when Ashyn commented. "But he hasn't looked back once." "No, we haven't seen him look back. He's a prince and a warrior, Ash. He's not going to glance about like a nervous trader with a full purse. He acts as if no one would dare attack him, so they give him a wide berth. But he's fully aware of his surroundings. He knows we're here. He's jut not going to do anything about it unless we come closer.

Tyrus pushed the mummy off him and rose, whisking sloughed bits of dried flesh from his tunic. "Well, that wasn't at all humiliating," he said. "Please tell me I didn't shriek. And if I did? Remember I am of imperial lineage. Lie to me." "You didn't shriek," Moria said. "Still, it is a shame Simeon wasn't here to record the encounter for posterity. Prince Tyrus, attacked by a mummified monk. Truly though, it looked more like a monkey. A crazed monkey, clinging to you -" "Enough," he said with a feigned scowl. "Speaking of monks, did they see ...?" He looked around. Ivo had sidled off as they opened the box. Now he huddled with the other two a hundred paces away. "Well, at least they didn't bear close witness," Tyrus muttered. "You needn't worry," Ashyn said. "Two of them had taken vows of silence." "Though they might have been tempted to break them," Moria said. "To relay that particular story." "But I did not shriek, correct?" She smiled. "You did not shriek.

Doc didn’t pause to consider. “Sometimes you have to trust a man because of who you know him to be. I don’t know what Goth Sullus did, but if Tyrus Rechs said he needed killing, then, Ford—Wraith—you need to be on Utopion to finish the job.

She did move. Because she wanted to win. She wanted wealth and glory and whatever else it was that made people think that participating in this monstrosity that called itself the Game of Death would be somehow worth it. Celebrity, maybe. That seemed important to a lot of people, Rechs had noticed. As if it made everything—all things—better. Or right. She pulled hard on the trigger as she

What's the worst thing that can happen?" Tyrus said. "The dungeons. That's not so bad. I heard they're relatively nice in the springtime. Not too cold. Not too damp. They'd be quiet and peaceful." Tyrus looked at Gavril. "Tell me I can do this." "Why? There's no doubt you can. The question is simply whether you'll survive it." "Thank you. Thank you so much." "We have not heard that your father has reinstituted capital punishment. Of course, we haven't heard news from the city in many days." "You are not helping.

So, we're discussing the issue of Fairview." "No, we are not. This is a private conversation." Ronan sputtered and shot her looks of alarm. She ignored him. She'd spent enough time with Tyrus to take liberties - and to know he'd allow them, even enjoyed the informality. "How can the meeting be private," Tyrus said. "If you're holding it in a public place?" "Because I don't have a private place. Not even my suite. I was bathing yesterday and a maidservant brought in fresh towels." "They're very attentive." "Which is fine. Just not while I'm bathing." Tyrus grinned. "I don't mind them." She rolled her eyes.

The mummy twitched. This time, both Ronan and Tyrus leaped on it, blades slashing. Ronan severed an arm. Tyrus cleaved the corpse clean in half, the legs falling free. Yet the thing was already in flight, hurtling itself at Moria ... who skewered it on the end of her outthrust dagger. She held it there, casually, as the mummy gnashed its teeth and clawed with its remaining arm. "Need some help with that?" Tyrus asked. "No, it's remarkably light. That must be a result of the drying process." "And the fact it's missing three limbs." "True." Ashyn cast a nervous glance at the huddled monks, now shifting and looking their way. "We ought to lower our voices. Or be more respectful. It is a monk, after all." "Mmm, not truly," Moria said. "It's only part of a monk." She caught Ashyn's look. "Yes, I know. Give me a hand getting it free.

Sei straordinaria" disse piano. È molto egoista da parte mia riuscire solo a pensare che ti voglio solo per me?" Mi misi a balbettare. "Mi vuoi... in... che senso...?" Curvò la bocca in uno strano sorriso. E poi mi baciò.

Sei straordinaria" disse piano. "È molto egoista da parte mia riuscire solo a pensare che ti voglio per me?" Mi misi a balbettare. "Mi vuoi... in... che senso...?" Curvò la bocca in uno strano sorriso. E poi mi baciò.

<> disse piano. <<È molto egoista da parte mia riuscire solo a pensare che ti voglio per me?>> Mi misi a balbettare. <> Curvò la bocca in uno strano sorriso. E poi mi baciò.

glimpse into the belly of the beast of Hollywood celebrity. I would watch

Life is too short to worry about with the other person is doing. Own your shit. Use your voice. And be kind to others. That’s all I got. And I really do sincerely thank you for reading my words.

We are only given a certain amount of time to do what we were sent here to do. You don’t have to be around a long time to share the wisdom of a lifetime. You just have to use your time wisely, efficiently. There is no time to waste.” —Mamie Till Bradley

It was easy to convince oneself of a lie you wished to believe. Hadn't I done just that when I'd decided that Tyrus was insane rather than irredeemable?

Both Neveni and Tyrus had welcomed death and I'd clawed them back from it with their lasting animosity as my only reward.

rank or power. It is not even about skill or cunning. The best leaders, Annon, serve those they lead. You are united to a common goal. They will not follow you because Tyrus said so. They will follow you if they believe in their hearts that you care about them. That you sincerely desire their good regard. That you treat them with honor and respect and humility. The more of yourself you give away, the more they will flock to you. They will heed you. They will sacrifice for you. They will suffer with you.” She smiled and touched his arm. “That is how to lead men. That is how to earn the respect of Mirrowen.” He nodded, remembering every word.

There was still a bit of sunshine in the sky, not that it mattered. High treetops and reaching branches entombed us from above in a dark coffin. It was still in the afternoon. We had time to gather things together for camp, but the choked rays that permeated the living casket were sputtering their last bits of life. — Tyrus Savage narration from ORRLETH, Volume One of the Orrleth Young Adult Fantasy Paranormal Series

The best leaders, Annon, serve those they lead. You are united to a common goal. They will not follow you because Tyrus said so. They will follow you if they believe in their hearts that you care about them. That you sincerely desire their good regard. That you treat them with honor and respect and humility. The more of yourself you

How do you keep track of the time down in the caverns?” Tyrus asked, anxious to continue the conversation. She shook her head. “We sleep when we feel like sleeping. Awake when it feels appropriate. There is no time in Boeotia. There are no crops to grow or tend. What we eat grows wild and replenishes itself. The seasons come and go, and the greater part of our people move from one place to another. What is time, Tyrus, truly?

Only this year, at the age of nine, had Tyrus discovered how good it was to be an ordinary boy-not the Emperor's heir, but a simple child of no importance. An ordinary child obeyed and was guided by his elders. In return, he was given the freedom to explore, to make mistakes, to ask questions, to play. An ordinary child fell asleep without fear and woke up carefree. But an ordinary child could not ask the Emperor to save a planet.

Better to have let Tyrus die that day on the Tigris. Better to have mourned him-the one I loved more than myself-than grow to hate the ruination of him that I knew now.

You can coexist with people when you understand what they stand for.

Ideology is no excuse for not focusing on working for and with the people who pay you to represent them, despite their politics — people who you are supposed to be fighting for.

I learned through those experiences that, as a teacher, you always have to be open to learning more. You can never assume that you have all the answers.

I don't want your death. I don't want your bones. I don't want to steal anything from you. I want us to work together.' I stroke her wet feathers. 'You have the graces of Elara. This is your chance to take back from Tyrus what is rightfully yours.

When the common thought was “Funny thing about killing a man, you take away all he has and all he’s ever going to be.” It has now mutated to “Funny thing about an accusation, you take away all he has and all he’s ever going to be.” We will also attempt to look at how political events directly affect us or how life goes on in spite of those events. Reading this book will encourage one to not take things so seriously in this crazy world and, at the same time, take issues on a case-by-case basis. Maybe changing the view from tribalism to do-what’s-best-for-me-ism. It’s okay to disagree with your tribe; tribes are not sports teams. This book will give readers insight into how my brain works and my thought processes—where common sense and life experience come into play and not what side of the fence I live on.

Politicians should never be allowed anywhere near war. They made it, inconceivably, always, worse.

Work the problem at hand, figure out the other stuff as best you could as you went along.

End of Runtime before Dishonor. Kill them all and let the Designers sort them out. Born to Delete.

The bot waited in the dark of the lounge, not bothering to talk to the ship, whom it found rather introverted and, frankly, a bore.

Greit dienos mūsų bėga, dar greičiau jaunystės svajos teka, ir kam kilnius jausmus, tyrus pasiryžimus slėpti nuo to asmens, kam jie priklauso. Mylėdamas aš nenoriu būti panašus į tą turtuolį, kuris savo brangenybes po devyniais užraktais laiko.

Because sometimes you got hungry when laying an ambush.

I've done something wrong," Ronan grumbled as he shoved his spare tunic into his pack. "You know you haven't." Ashyn handed him his sleeping blanket. "See? Even you're trying to get rid of me. I've done something." She sighed. "Yes, Ronan, you have. I'm sorry, but it must be said. You've committed a grave offence. You wouldn't go back to check on your brother and sister until Tyrus put his boot to your arse." His brows lifted at her choice of words. Just because she rarely used strong language did not mean she did not know it. In fact, she'd wager her vocabulary for profanity exceeded his own. That's what came of extensive reading ... and growing up around warriors and traders. "You know Tyrus is right," she continued. "You ought to check on them, and you want to check on them. You just needed ..." "A kick in the arse?" "Exactly." She rolled dried fruit and meat in a cloth.

I mean snorted MacAfee as he went on. It's not a lie, I am not calling Tyrus rex a liar I would never do that. I would never call that man anything derogatory, if only because he can kill you like 6000 different ways if he wanted to man, imagine that, it makes you wonder you know, like how many ways have he forgotten to kill people think about...

I mean snorted MacAfee as he went on. It's not a lie, I am not calling Tyrus rex a liar I would never do that. I would never call that man anything derogatory, if only because he can kill you like 6000 different ways if he wanted to man, imagine that, it makes you wonder you know, like how many ways have he forgotten to kill people think about...

Selective education, not experience, had convinced them they could get it right where everyone else had gotten it horribly wrong.