Quotes About Bravery

Not everything Jace did was insane and suicidal, she reminded herself. It just seemed that way. -Clary, pg.46-

Sophie," he said, and when she gave him a stern look, he took a hasty swig of the posset. "Miss Collins. I have not yet had a chance to properly apologize to you, so let me take it now. Please forgive me for the trick I played on you with the scones. I did not mean to show you disrespect. I hope you do not imagine I think any less of you for your position in the household, for you are one of the finest and bravest ladies I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.

It was an ocean she lived across from, ran beside everyday, but Julian knew how much it terrified her. She could force herself into it, sick and shaking, but he hated watching her do it, hated watching his strong Emma torn to shreds by the terror of something so primal and nameless she couldn't explain it even to herself. It made him want to kill things, destroy things to keep her safe. Even though she could keep herself safe. Even though she was the bravest person he knew.

Alec would have said he could have benefited from a bit more in the way of constructive cowardice.

She saw Valentine's eyes as the sword hurtled toward her; it seemed like eons, though it could only have been a split second. She saw that he could stop the blow if he wanted. Saw that he knew it might well strike her if he didn't. Saw that he was going to do it anyway.

Sometimes the bravest thing we can do is confront our own failings.

One more thing," Jace said. "Is there a holy place around here?" "Good idea. If you're going to take on a lair of vampires by yourself, you'd better pray first.

This was Jace being brave. Simon thought, brave and snarky because he thought Lilith was going to kill him, and that was the way he wanted to go, unafraid and on his feet. Like a warrior. The way Shadowhunters did. His death song would always be this-jokes and snideness and pretend arrogance, and that look in his eyes that said 'I'm better than you'. Simon just hadn't realized it before.

I'm a Shadowhunter. Quip fast, die young.

It's not Cowardly to make a choice about what you want your life to be. Choosing what's right for you, maybe that's the bravest thing you can do.

I can't - I'll chop off my own foot!" "If you're going to chop off anyone's foot, chop off Benedict's," Will muttered.

Shadowhunters don't say good-bye, not before a battle. Or good luck. You must behave as if return is certain, not a matter of chance

Sometimes it's braver not to fight. Protect them, and save your vengeance for another day.

Show them what a shadowhunter is made of; show them you aren't afraid

You know you're nuts, right?" His brother should know him better than to be surprised that when he did something, he went all in. "No, I'm just that good." Although when riding a bucking animal that out-weighed a man by ten times, being a little crazy didn't hurt.

I don't understand a way to work other than bold-facedly running towards failure.

A única forma de vencer o medo é enfrentá-lo uma e outra vez até conseguirmos olhar sem temor para o que antes nos assustava

Loretta Jane, we ain't fixin' to steal their horses, are we?" "You wanna walk?" "Hunter's gonna flay us alive.

Still trailing Amy, Loretta spotted Hunter the moment his horse drew out in front of the others. Heaving for air, she stumbled to a stop and glanced over her shoulder. Hunter, broad back to the wagons, sat tall on his stallion, waving his rifle above his head. As if in a dream, she whirled. The sight of Hunter making a target of himself would be painted in full color across the canvas of her mind for the rest of her life.

What does the paint say?" she asked. "That this Comanche rides for war.

We must go west. Alone, Blue Eyes, leaving all that we are behind. All those we love, your people, my people." Loretta caught his face between her hands, shaking with the intensity of her emotions. "Hunter, you are my people. I'll follow you anywhere.

Who was the bravest: the one who sacrificed his life, or the one who stayed behind to do the mourning? And taking it a step further, who was the strongest?

She is the woman. Already, part of the prophecy has come to pass, eh? Her voice has been returned to her." "And she has stolen your Comanche heart, has she not?" "She has great courage for one so small, but my heart is my own. As it will always be.

No brave he knew had a woman such as this.