Quotes About Bravery

The world will need a Hero, and it might as well be you.

A GIANT heart Needs a GIANT life! GIANT arms Can hold a world! Let me lead a GIANT'S life! No little steps, no holding back! A GIANT'S way, a GIANT'S track! Let my mistakes Be GIANT ones! For I can't live in little worlds! I need the space to run my fill I need to jump from hill to hill And if you take my woods from me I'll wander out into the sea And try to find another world So I can live a GIANT'S life!

Follow me, reader, if you dare. Take my hand, for we can fly swifter than the Deadly Shadow; we can follow the sound of ticking teeth faster than they can, and trace the Hero back to where he lies, on the little isle of Hero's End.

Long ago, on the wild and windy isle of Berk, a smallish Viking with a longish name stood up to his ankles in snow.

What you g-g-gonna do, tough guy? Tickle Toothless to d-d-death?

Being frightened is not the same as being a coward. Maybe he was as brave as anyone else there, because he went to catch a dragon despite knowing what dragons are like.

Sometimes, when I lie awake at night," said Wish, with big eyes, "I think I can hear, beyond the Wall, the sound of giants howling, as if they're being attacked by Witches… Don't you hear that, Bodkin? Are we supposed to just stay here, safe behind our Wall, and let that carry on?

Sometimes the bravest thing a Hero has to do is not fighting monsters and cheating death and witches. It is facing the consequences of his own actions

Bullies! Yellowbellies! Come closer and Toothless'll fry you to a frazzle! Toothless'll drag yer guts out and play 'em on a harp! Toothless'll... Toothless'll... Toothless'll... well, you just better not come any closer, that's all...! Oh, very brave, Toothless, said Hiccup sarcastically. If you shout louder they might even hear you.

Hicke hade tagit liknande språng i hela sitt liv, språng undan faror, språng ut i det okända, språng utan skyddsnät. Hicke hade alltid litat på turen och på förvissningen om att världen i grund och botten var vänligt inställd till honom (s. 224, 226).

Only those prepared to go too far will learn how far they can go.

Mark Twain say something about courage being the mastery of fear rather than the absence of fear?

In situations that make you nervous, do your best and proceed; others before you have also been nervous.

Quando li avrete ammazzati tutti, quando in Russia non ci saranno più cani, andranno i ragazzi russi a ficcarsi sotto il ventre dei vostri carri. Ach, son tutti della stessa razza, rispose tutti figli di cani. E si allontanò sputando per terra con profondo disprezzo. I like Russian dogs, disse Westmann they ought to be fathers of the brave Russian boys.

Ils sont tous ivres morts dice de Foxâ a bassa voce, stringendomi il braccio. Je commence à avoir peur. Allora io gli dico: Non mostrare di aver paura, per l'amor di Dio! Se si accorgono che hai paura, sono capaci di offendersi. Non sono cattivi: ma quando hanno bevuto, diventano come bambini. Non sono cattivi, lo so, dice de Foxâ son come bambini. Ma io ho paura dei bambini.

Fear burned through him, like a flame. Fear coursed through him, like icy water. He threw his head back and raised his dagger, to strike -- and cried out wordlessly, as if the great cry could gather all his fear together and set its swelling course behind him, to add it to his strength.

She sat with her back to her fear, as to the wind and waves. Fear blew and sprayed at her back but she dared not turn around to face it.

Be braver in your body, or your luck will leave you. . . . Listen for the voice of water.

Better a thousand times take one's chance with death, than accept a life one did not want.

He seemed so old...endlessly old, built up of layers of disillusion, going down in him generation after generation, like geological strata; and at the same time he was forlorn like a child. An outcast, in a certain sense; but with the desperate bravery of his rat-like existence.

Goodness, man, don't be so lachrymose.

Look here, my dear child'—and Lady Bennerley laid her thin hand on Connie's arm. "A woman has to live her life, or live to repent not having lived it. Believe me!" And she took another sip of brandy, which maybe was her form of repentance.

Now it was just the three of us: the leader, the warrior, and the kid about to wet his pants. Guess who I was.

I was already beginning to realize that the only way to conduct oneself in a situation where bombs rained down and bullets whizzed past, was to accept the dangers and all the consequences as calmly as possible. Fretting and sweating about it all was not going to help.