Quotes About Bravery

Then, too, the Ju/wa men had an inherent, almost natural bravery that everyone took entirely for granted. They hunted the world's most dangerous game with quarter-ounce arrows, they stood off lions and dealt with strangers, all without a shred of the bravado or machismo that so characterizes the men of other societies, including ours. The Ju/wa men simply did what men do without making anything of it, and didn't even think of themselves as brave.

I have nothing I want to ask you, and if I did, you would probably lie anyway." "I'm drunk. Drunk people tell the truth." "Like hell they do. Besides you're not that drunk." "Then dare me something." I snorted. "No, because I'm not that drunk, or stupid.

INSTEAD OF LIVING CAUTIOUSLY AS IF DEATH IS THE ENEMY … I decided to live life fully and know that heaven is my friend.

Something in me, in my bruised heart, wakes up, and even though I'm terrified, I don't push the feeling away.

He hated dishonesty-- or lack of courage-- more than anything.

God, I'm scared,' he said, quietly. She almost said, 'Oh, stop. I hate scared people.

I have mentioned earlier how easy it is for me to become frightened, and as we drove up this turnpike with barely another car in sight I thought: Oh I wish I had not come! I am afraid of things that are not familiar.

there's nothing wrong with being scared to death. It can happen to the best. What counts is hanging on, somehow staying in control and doing what you know you should.

Fifty-five thousand casualties for five hundred yards' gain on the Champagne front in February 1915; 60,000 lost again that spring at the Battle of Saint-Mihiel; 120,000 in May at Arras. The next year brought the slaughter at Verdun stretching from February to June, with 315,000 total French casualties. Then came the French support for the British offensive along the Somme from July to November, in which another 200,000 were killed or wounded—all for little significant gain.

The two came to differ on many, if not most, issues. But the man who would single-handedly defy Hitler in 1940 against all odds bears a striking resemblance to the man who organized the first satyagraha campaign in South Africa.

Schaamteloos heb ik mij nu eenmaal altijd het veiligst gevoeld.

Courage is never to let your actions be influenced by your fears.

Cheers for the sailors that fought on the wave for it, Cheers for the soldiers that always were brave for it, Tears for the men that went down to the grave for it, Here comes the flag!

What an old maid I'm getting to be. lacking the courage to be in love with death!

the grim looks on their faces that they, too, didn't like leaving a battle unfought. I can feel your sadness, Brax sent the thought to me. It is understandable. But that is the unforgiving logic of war. Hard choices have to be made. I know, I sent back. The logic doesn't make the choice any easier. Pray choices like that never become easy.

Ah, bien dicho, señor. Un libertino ocupa el lugar social que otros muchos hombres no se atreven o no pueden ocupar... Les falta, o nos falta, lo que hay que tener.

Podías haber picado espuelas y largarte. Pero en vez de eso, viniste a socorrerme. Asintió Ruy Díaz sin apartar la vista de los exploradores. —Huir sólo sirve para morir cansado y sin honra.

Imaginad el cuadro: sería vuestra merced tan amable de venir a la luz y destocarse, caballero, gracias, veo que sois el más rubio, permitid que os introduzca una cuarta de acero toledano en los higadillos.

No es bien, señor capitán Cortés, que mujeres españolas dejen a sus maridos yendo a la guerra; donde ellos murieren moriremos nosotras, y es razón que los indios entiendan que son tan valientes los españoles que hasta sus mujeres saben pelear (MARÍA DE ESTRADA).

Huir sólo sirve para morir cansado y sin honra.

Cuerpo a cuerpo he de matalle donde Sevilla lo vea, en la plaza o en la calle; que al que mata y no pelea nadie puede disculpalle; y gana más el que muere a traición, que el que le mata.

Arturo Pérez-Reverte

o era el hombre más honesto ni el más piadoso, pero era un hombre valiente. Se llamaba Diego Alatriste y Tenorio, y había luchado como soldado de los tercios viejos en las guerras de Flandes.

En un combate no importaba tanto lo que se hiciera como ejecutarlo con audacia y determinación.