Quotes About Bravery

looking into the muzzle of Slade's pistol. "And the next instant," added my informant, impressively, "he was one of the deadest men that ever lived.

What are you giving me? I said.  Get along back to your circus, or I'll report you. Now what does this man do but fall back a couple of hundred yards and then come rushing at me as hard as he could tear, with his nail-keg bent down nearly to his horse's neck and his long spear pointed straight ahead.  I saw he meant business, so I was up the tree when he arrived.

The pitifulest thing out is a mob; that's what an army is—a mob; they don't fight with courage that's born in them, but with courage that's borrowed from their mass, and from their officers.

Il coraggio è resistenza alla paura e dominio della paura, ma non assenza di paura.

laid my lance in rest and waited, with my heart beating, till the iron wave was just ready to break over me, then spouted a column of white smoke through the bars of my helmet.

Now the thing for YOU to do is to droop your tails and go home and crawl in a hole.  If any real lynching's going to be done it will be done in the dark, Southern fashion;

y por fin nuestra curiosidad pudo más que nuestros temores; nos arriesgamos a retroceder, aunque lentamente y dispuestos a salir huyendo a la menor alarma.

I never budged so much as an inch, till that thundering apparition had got within fifteen paces of me; then I snatched a dragoon revolver out of my holster, there was a flash and a roar, and the revolver was back in the holster before anybody could tell what had happened. Here was a riderless horse plunging by, and yonder lay Sir Sagramor, stone dead.

Poor little doggie, you saved HIS child!

me that it had been many years since the world had been afforded the spectacle of a man adventurous enough to undertake

Un pauvre garçon qui n'avait rien d'autre à proposer alla jusqu'à dire, avec une fierté manifeste à ce souvenir : « Eh bien, moi, une fois, Tom Sawyer m'a battu ! »

Sail away from the safe harbor, catch the trade winds in your sails, explore, dream, discover.

I've got to stop blinking in the face of my fear. I must hear what I scream. I must remember what I dream.

There's only one choice and the brave make it. Fly from the path.

You hide a Jew. You pay. Somehow or other, you must.

She took a step and didn't want to take any more, but she did.

When death captures me, the boy vowed, he will feel my fist in his face. (31.26)

But then, is there cowardice in the acknowledgment of fear? Is there cowardice in being glad that you lived?

After perhaps thirty meters, just as a soldier turned around, the girl was felled. Hands were clamped upon her from behind and the boy next door brought her down. He forced her knees to the road and suffered the penalty. He collected her punches as if they were presents. Her bony hands and elbows were accepted with nothing but a few short moans. He accumulated the loud, clumsy specks of saliva and tears as if they were lovely to his face, and more important, he was able to hold her down.

How 'bout a kiss, Saumensch ? -- Rudy Steiner

I feel the fear, but I walk fast toward it.

Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day. That was the business of hiding a Jew.

Personally, I quite like that. Such stupid gallantry. Yes. I like that a lot.

You can do anything when it's not real. When it is real, nothing breaks your fall. Nothing gets between you and the ground.