Quotes About Bravery

Redd stared at the bald head bent down before her. How refreshing Vollrath's sacrifice was. He didn't beg for his life. He didn't embarrasss himself with groveling or sniveling, or appeals to her nomexistent mercy. Thinking that he might still be helpful in finding her Looking Glass Maze, she said, I'm feeling generous today. You get to live.

It is sometimes braver to run. She who runs from her enemies until she has the strength to do otherwise is both brave and wise.

Redd stared at the bald head bent down before her. How refreshing Vollrath's sacrifice was. He didn't beg for his life. He didn't embarrasss himself with groveling or sniveling, or appeals to her nomexistent mercy.

Grave this on your memory, lad: A world is supported by four things... she held up four big-knuckled fingers. ...the learning of the wise, the justice of the great, the prayers of the righteous and the valor of the brave. But all of these things are as nothing... She closed her fingers into a fist. ...without a ruler who knows the art of ruling. Make that the science of your tradition!

Most civilisation is based on cowardice. It's so easy to civilize by teaching cowardice. You water down the standards which would lead to bravery. You restrain the will. You regulate the appetites. You fence in the horizons. You make a law for every movement. You deny the existence of chaos. You teach even the children to breathe slowly. You tame.

Any man who retreats into a cave which has only one opening deserves to die.

Face your fears or they will climb over your back.

You aren't thinking or really existing unless you're willing to risk even your own sanity in the judgement of your existence.

There are illusions of popular history which a successful religion must promote: Evil men never prosper; only the brave deserve the fair; honesty is the best policy; actions speak louder than words; virtue always triumphs; a good deed is its own reward; any bad human can be reformed; religious talismans protect one from demon possession; only females understand the ancient mysteries; the rich are doomed to unhappiness.

I have no fear, for fear is the little death that kills me over and over. Without fear, I die but once.

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer.

Anything and anyone can fail, he said, but brave good friends help.

Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past me I will turn to see fear's path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain." What do you despise?

What greater gift is there than to demonstrate you need not fear death?

These are illusions of popular history which a successful religion must promote: Evil men never prosper; only the brave deserve the fair; honesty is the best policy; actions speak louder than words; virtue always triumphs; a good deed is its own reward; any bad human can be reformed; religious talismans protect one from demon possession; only females understand the ancient mysteries; the rich are doomed to unhappiness … —From the Instruction Manual: Missionaria Protectiva

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear.

Facing your fears robs them of their power

Most civilization is based on cowardice. It's so easy to civilize by teaching cowardice. You water down the standards which would lead to bravery. You restrain the will. You regulate the appetites. You fence in the horizons. You make a law for every movement. You deny the existence of chaos. You teach even the children to breathe slowly. You tame.

The Fremen must be brave to live at the edge of that desert. By all accounts. They compose poems to their knives.

To accept a little-death is worse than death itself," Chani said.

Korkmamal?y?m, korku ak?l katilidir. Korku toptan yok oluÅŸu getiren küçük ölümdür. Korkumla yüzleÅŸeceÄŸim. Üzerimden ve içimden geçmesine izin vereceÄŸim. Ve geçip gittiÄŸi zaman, geçtiÄŸi yolu görmek için iç gözümü ona çevireceÄŸim. Korkunun gittiÄŸi yerde hiçbir ÅŸey olmayacak. Yaln?zca ben kalaca??m.

Anything and anyone can fail," he said, "but brave good friends help.

S? nu m? tem. Frica ucide mintea. Frica este moartea m?runt?, purt?toarea desfiin??rii totale. Voi înfrunta frica. O voi l?sa s? treac? peste mine, prin mine. ?i, dup? ce va fi trecut, îmi voi întoarce ochiul interior È™i voi privi în urma ei. Pe unde a trecut frica, nu va mai fi nimic. Voi r?mâne doar eu.

O medo mata a mente. O medo é a pequena morte que leva à aniquilação total.