Quotes About Bravery

His fear made her stronger; she could be brave for both of them.

Surely you didn't think deathless meant dickless.

Questing Physicks isn't like the Quiet and Queer branches. You can't do it at home in a comfortable chair—you have to be out in the thick of the business, with your tools on your belt and your heart on your sleeve!

But we had young turnips and mustard greens in our befuddled stomach that day, and these things make bravery.

Bravery is not seen in one act. It is measured by the choices and deeds that fill our everyday lives.

Running away from a problem never helps. At some point it has to be confronted and dealt with.

You have to go for it. For the rest of us.

And yet what manner of man would I be, who has so much to say in the contest of words, if now I shirked this contest of blood?

They threw rotten fruit at me and told me next time it would be acid.

He wants to think he's from the best breeding. He wants to think himself brave. Can he win against all comers? And if not, does he have self-mastery to take a loss, stay cool in defeat, and try again undaunted? Those are the qualities of a great racehorse and a great gentleman.

when every day was tainted by the foul breath of a fear that could not be faced forthrightly, yet could not be ignored.

But as I have resolved to set down a full account here, so I must begin with an honest accounting of myself. That morning, I was afraid.

Even though he said no store in uncanny things, he was soldier enough to value with whatever weapon came to hand.

Let's go then," I whispered. "Let's go and live, since we have no choice in it.

David was at his best in group settings, soldier enough to join in the raucous jests, king enough to make it matter that he remembered some moments of bravery or sacrifice, and praised each man accordingly.

There are always a few who stand up in times of communal madness and have the courage to say that what unites us is greater than what divides us.

a racehorse is a mirror, and a man sees his own reflection there. He wants to think he's from the best breeding. He wants to think himself brave. Can he win against all comers? And if not, does he have self-mastery to take a loss, stay cool in defeat, and try again undaunted? Those are the great qualities of a great racehorse and a great gentleman.

The brave man, the real hero, quakes with terror, sweats, feels his very bowels betray him, and in spite of this moves forward to do the act he dreads. And yet I do not think

Not everyone can be strong or clever. Not everyone can be beautiful. But we can ALL be brave!

Heroes are ordinary people who make themselves extraordinary.

Liberty is terrifying but it is also exhilarating.

Fear makes the wolf bigger than he is.

Who are you, world, that you should frighten me?

Henry looked around the rocky top of the mountain. He did not want to frighten the girls, but he knew that the only way down was gone. The rocky sides of Old Flat Top gave no spot to get a foothold.