Quotes About Courage

Frances Hodgson Burnett

Whats'ever 'appens to you -- whats'ever -- you'd be a princess all the same -- an' nothin' couldn't make you nothin' different.

But then I dare say soldiers—even brave ones—don't really LIKE going into battle.

Look if you like but you will have to leap. Yes, I've always known that; I just didn't know that I knew.

I look at Sarah and Emma, and I know that's what they want someday, to have an amazing story like this to tell, one where they faced obstacles but were brave, one where they made a difference in people's lives. And that's when I feel that big feeling again - the one I felt the first time I picked up Monster's bass - that strange sense that I'm becoming larger. Just by sitting here listening. Just by understanding how large a person's life can be -Janie

Nonviolence is a weapon of the strong -Emma

What shall we do, all of us? All of us oassionate girls who fear crushing the boys we love with our mouths like caverns of teeth, our mushrooming brains, our watermelon hearts?

The true warrior isn't immune to fear. She fights in spite of it.

What shall we do? All of us passionate girls who fear crushing the boys we love with our mouths like caverns of teeth, our mushrooming brains, and watermelon hearts?

She was no longer a slow dreamer watching the flowers grow. She was a warrior now. Warriors need something to fight for though, beside their lives, because otherwise their lives will not be worth it.

Relieved because what I dreaded most in the whole world was going to happen and I wouldn't have to live with it anymore—the fear. There is the relief of finally not being alone and the relief of being alone when no one can take anything away from you. Here she was, my beautiful fear. Shiny as crystal lace frost.

You can't doubt so much, Psyche

Welcome Beauty, banish fear.

Being a good mother is being a hero. Right?

I am not a hero, I am not Odysseus, there are no gods or goddesses guiding me. All I have is myself. And Hex's sword.

Lex surfed wicked, like the devil. He wasn't afraid of anything, seemed like. He grinned at West as the waves came up toward them like towers of green glass, an emerald city. We're off to see the wizard, he shouted. He whooped. His body crouched ready to fly. He shone against the sun.

Take my eye, I say. I have another.

I climb through the rubble toward the door. It takes a long time, time enough for a Giant to see me from the blood-red stained-glass eye window and reach out to crush me in his hand the size of a tractor.

I used to hate how afraid my mom was and how afraid she had made me. Now I understand but I can no longer be like her.

Maybe I'm afraid of the sword not because I think I might fail to defend us but because I'm not so certain I won't give up and turn it on myself.

It is our nature to be more moved by hope than fear.

we are never strong enough for what we fear will hurt us. We combat it, finally, out of our deepest weakness.

Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori," he said solemnly. It is sweet and fitting to die for one's country.

Hemingway should have stayed in the Midwest. He ruined things for the rest of us, telling all those lies. The lie about courage, the lie about every red-blooded male needing to kill a bull or climb Mount Kilimanjaro.