Quotes About Bravery

but what never can be ruled out is the unavoidability of suffering. In accepting this challenge to suffer bravely, life has a meaning up to the last moment, and it retains this

As a professor in two fields, neurology and psychiatry, I am fully aware of the extent to which man is subject to biological, psychological and sociological conditions. But in addition to being a professor in two fields I am a survivor of four camps - concentration camps, that is - and as such I also bear witness to the unexpected extent to which man is capable of defying and braving even the worst conditions conceivable.

run. Never look back, and avoid the whole mess. Let

Nelson DeMille's

to back us a bit more.

his gutsy decision

Tu ne cede malis, sed contra audentior ito

Yield not to evils, but attack all the more boldly.

Now, whoever has courage and a strong and collected spirit in his breast, let him come forward, lace on the gloves and put up his hands. (5.363-364)

Every man's last day is fixed. Lifetimes are brief, and not to be regained, for all mankind. But by their deeds to make their fame last: that is labor for the brave.

Solve metus

His heart beat high for war and he blazed with an implacable fire which needed no kindling.

We have hearts valiant in war, we have spirit, and a manhood which has proved itself by deed.

Fortune favors those who dare.

Quaeritur huic alius; nec quisquam ex agmine tanto audet adire virum manibusque inducere caestus.

ARMS, and the man I sing

Yield thou not to adversity, but press on more bravely.

Fear no more, says the heart...

Whatever may be their use in civilized societies, mirrors are essential to all violent and heroic action.

And then she said to herself, brandishing her sword at life, nonsense.

She dares me to pour myself out like a living waterfall. She dares me to enter the soul that is more than my own; she extinguishes fear in mere seconds. She lets light come through.

For if it is rash to walk into a lion's den unarmed, rash to navigate the Atlantic in a rowing boat, rash to stand on one foot on top of St. Paul's, it is still more rash to go home alone with a poet.

Heaven be praised, no one had heard her cry that ignominious cry, stop pain, stop! She had not obviously taken leave of her senses. No one had seen her step off her strip of board into the waters of annihilation.

Little animal that I am, sucking my flanks in and out with fear, I stand here, palpitating, trembling. But I will not be afraid. I will bring the whip down on my flanks. I am not a whimpering little animal making for the shadow.