Quotes About Bravery

Lord, it would be better to be born without an arm than to go through life with no guts.

she had stood at the gate of her compound and told the Japanese soldiers there that if they tried to come in and get her girls, they would have to do it across her dead body. This

She wasn't scared of going deep, deep down in a world of no air and little light

This story is about John, who was a private in the 2nd Georgia Battalion Infantry. I had always been told that John had taken part in Pickett's Charge, the bloody assault on Cemetery Ridge on July 3, 1863. Actually he was mortally wounded very close to Cemetery Hill on July 2 the day before that tragic charge.

Whoever heard of a king who was scared of tall trees and a little bit of water?

He may not have been born with guts, but he did not have to die without them.

My father goaded me over my disinterest, not quite calling me a coward yet wondering, "What are you afraid of, son?" He didn't expect me to be a hunter but wanted me to hold a weapon in my hands without flinching. Silent of mouth, I would reply in my mind, This device is made to kill at worst, to maim at best. But I made myself say, "Nothing, Father. I'm not afraid." So I learned to shoot.

Are you scared of going in to see the raghnaid [the council]?" asked a gray female pup. "Are you cag mag [crazy]? If a bear was his Milk Giver, you think he's scared of the raghnaid?

If that animal claims not to be frightened, then that animal is a liar. The real hero is the animal who fights even though scared. That is courage. There can be no courage without fear.

I have jumped for a tree, jumped for a raven, jumped for a cougar. I shall jump for the sun!

Be proud. Be proud you are a soldier. Be proud you are a woman.

knight in shining stirrups.

She hadn't withdrawn, not exactly. But putting her heart, herself out there, she risked being hurt—again. She risked that feeling of somehow never doing it right, of never being able to measure up, of somehow lacking some essence that others seemed to carry confidently on their shoulders. The dress might prove to Joanne and herself that of course she could. She'd start small, though. She'd experiment a little, take a few more risks like the satiny red dress.

We often describe women who write about pain or vulnerabilities as 'brave,' but this type of confession is so frequently exchanged, so par for the course, so deeply and comfortably ensconced in the language of female confidences, so nearly de rigueur in the kind of personal writing ascendant now, so deeply woven in the way women get along with each other in the world generally that bravery may not be quite the right word. It is, in a way, something more like capitulating.

It is not for me to Judge the gifts I have to offer the world, but it is up to me to summon the courage to offer them.

I said to myself Dora, let me tell you a thing or two. There is no Santa Claus. You cannot always count on getting everything you want. And when you wake up that day and Santa has not laid out everything you dreamed of or he might have missed your house completely then you have to be brave and you can come to me and we can talk.

You can choose to die. You can choose to run... but dying alone won't change a thing. Trust me on that one. If you really want things to change... you're going to have to live.

Speaking of death, LeBlanc boasted he could kill me in the waiting room. I broke his wrist. He wasn't impressed.

Oh, my God! It's a killer Pomeranian. I glanced up at Derek. It's a tough call, but I think you can take him.

You wanna fight? I asked. He looked up at me and, for just a second, hesitated, then said, Yeah. I do. Well, I'll save you the trouble. You win.

The rottweiler stood his ground and waited for me to take the next step in the dance of ritualized intimidation. Instead, I leaped at him. Screw ritual. Now was not the time to stand on ceremony.

When Derek hesitated, Chloe said, If you leave, either I go with you and take the same risk or stay here, with strangers. Without you. He scowled at her. Yes, it's a low blow, she said. But I'll use whatever works right now.

We need to slow down for you. You're in pain and you're not going to remind us of that." "It isn't that bad. Really. I--" "See? Gotta be a tough guy." I lowered my voice so the others wouldn't hear. "How's your head?" "I didn't hit my head. Not yet anyway." "You know what I mean. Your headaches." "I'm fine.

You really think I'd let you go to school without me? I'd show up tomorrow and hear that I got pinned running from a cougar, only to be saved by you rushing in and staring him down." "Um, yeah, that's pretty much how I remember it." "Exactly why I'm going. To get my version out first.