Quotes About Bravery

I am utterly emboldened in my cowardice.

Can't fear the fire if you don't scald your fingertips.

So this is what a command is. Staring consequences in the eye and pretending not to flinch.

Arms out, falling backward, staring up into the hot near-noon sky with the confident assurance of all twelve of his years that death and injury were things reserved solely for people that weren't Bug.

this is what a command is. Staring consequences in the eye and pretending not to flinch.

46. In 1918 a World War One homing pigeon named Cher Ami saved 194 American soldiers lives by continuing her journey after losing an eye, a leg and after having been shot through the chest.

Ramon Artagaveytia once survived a sinking ship in 1871. He was so scared from this experience he didn't get on another ship till forty one years later. Unfortunately for him that ship was Titanic.

Q: What's the definition of bravery? A: A man with diarrhea, chancing a fart.

Q: Why did the turkey cross the road? A: To prove he wasn't a chicken.

Q: Why didn't the chicken cross the road? A: Because he was a chicken.

At that moment I walked across the deck and, though many hands tried to hold me back, flung myself into the sea.

Cowards die many times before their deaths, da valiant never taste of death but once, eh?" The quote came out of nowhere, so random it made Magnus lower the torch. "I'm shocked. You know Julius Caesar?

Sometimes courage is carried by a roar—sometimes it is hidden within a wavering voice.

Do you know the difference between a hero and a martyr?" Quentin shook his head. "A hero is alive," Father Harry said. "A martyr is not.

Courage is not the absence of fear but the ability to carry on in spite of it.

I don't want to hurt you but I will if I have too - Tally Youngblood

Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego replied to him, "King Nebuchadnezzar, we do not need to defend ourselves before you in this matter. If we are thrown into the blazing furnace, the God we serve is able to deliver us from it, and he will deliver us from Your Majesty's hand. But even if he does not, we want you to know, Your Majesty, that we will not serve your gods or worship the image of gold you have set up." (Dan. 3:16–18 NIV)

We want what the woman wanted in the prison queue in Leningrad, standing there with cold and whispering for fear, enduring the terror of Stalin's regime and asking the poet Anna Akhmatova if she could describe it all, if her art was equal to it.

Wyrd oft nered unfaegne, eorl, ponne his ellen deah. Often, for undaunted courage, fate spares the man it has not already marked.

Let whoever can win glory before death.

Time and again, when the goblets passed and seasoned fighters got flushed with beer they would pledge themselves to protect Heorot and wait for Grendel with whetted swords. But when dawn broke and day crept in over each empty, blood-spattered bench, the floor of the mead-hall where they had feasted would be slick with slaughter. And so they died, faithful retainers, and my following dwindled.

He knows he can trample down you Danes to his heart's content, humiliate and murder without fear of reprisal. But he will find me different. I will show him how Geats shape to kill in the heat of battle.

The fabled warrior in his warshirt and helmet trusted in his own strength entirely and went under the crag. No coward path.

Walk on air against your better judgement.