Quotes About Bravery

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeveFor daws to peck at.

A plague of all cowards, I say.

What man dare, I dare:Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger;Take any shape but that, and my firm nervesShall never tremble.

If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss and if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honor.

Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scornThe power of man, for none of woman bornShall harm Macbeth.

We'll have a swashing and a martial outside,As many other mannish cowards have.

Give me another horse! bind up my wounds!

My fate cries out,And makes each petty artery in this bodyAs hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.

Tut, tut, good enough to toss; food for powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pit as well as better.

Saint George, that swing'd the dragon, and e'er sinceSits on his horse back at mine hostess' door.

The valiant never taste of death but once.

Thou lily-liver'd boy.

This day is call'd the feast of Crispian:He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd.And rouse him at the name of Crispian.

Full bravely hast thou flesh'dThy maiden sword.

We ready are to try our fortunesTo the last man.

Who wears his wit in his belly, and his guts in his head.

We that are in the vaward of our youth.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;Or close the wall up with our English dead!In peace there's nothing so becomes a manAs modest stillness and humility:But when the blast of war blows in our ears,Then imitate the action of the tiger;Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,Disguise fair nature with hard-favor'd rage;Then lend the eye a terrible aspect.

Cowards die a thousand deaths. The valiant taste of death but once.

For he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother tomorrow.

Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries, Hold, enough

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.

Moral courage is higher and a rarer virtue than physical courage.

We were traveling between a mountain and Thursday, Holding pages back on the calendar, Remembering every turn in the roadway: We hold that sky, we said, and remember. So magic a time it was that I was both brave and afraid. Some day like this might save the world.