Quotes About Courage

You're the hunter, the warrior. You're stronger than anyone else here, that's your tragedy.

From my stone pillow I have dreamed dreams of the mortal world above. I have heard its voices, its new music, as lullabies as I lie in my grave. I have envisioned its fantastical discoveries. I have known its courage in the timeless sanctum of my thoughts. And though it shuts me out with its dazzling forms, I long for one with the strength to roam it fearlessly, to ride the Devil's Road through its heart.

And my heart beat faster for the mountains of eastern Europe, finally, beat faster for the one hope that somewhere we might find in that primitive countryside the answer to why under God this suffering was allowed to exist - why under God it was allowed to begin, and how under God it might be ended. I had not the courage to end it, I knew, without that answer.

Anger is too pathetic. Anger is as weak as fear.

it was a brave man's fear. I knew what he meant. What must a brave general feel when he knows the battle has gone against him and nothing remains but death?

You are too strong for this rain and too strong for this sorrow.

Get thee behind me, tragedy.

Fear is only good when you have a choice in things.

Fear was once again breaking the shell around me so that something else could spring to life.

Save your kisses for the world, little one. - Magnus to Lestat before going into the fire.

We are the things that others fear, I said. Remember that.

must somehow move to my restoration. I could not sink back in agony for that would breed but more agony. I must go on.

I love you," said the Voice. "Now, get up. Leave this place. You must. Get up. Start walking. This rain is not too cold for you. You are too strong for this rain and too strong for this sorrow. Come on, do as I tell you.…" And I had.

Remember, Rose, whatever you've suffered, no matter how bad it's been, you can use that, use that to be a stronger person.

No te vayas al infierno sin presentar batalla

Like all strong people, she suffered always a measure of loneliness;

I've always been proud of you, except when you retreat, and give in to your suffering. I haven't been so proud when you do that. But you always come back. No matter how dreadful the defeat, you come back.

Go ahead, throw this book away. Spit on me. Revile me. I dare you. Cast me out of your intellectual orbit. Throw me out of your backpack. Pitch me in the airport trash bin. Leave me on a bench in Central Park! What do I care? No. I don't want you to do all that. Don't do that. DON'T DO IT!

He was tired and full of shame, and if Ernestino and the others wouldn't brave this rain, he would go it alone, he would find some place to sing, some place where, anonymous and numbed by drink, he could sing until he had forgotten everything.

How could I not love it, the mere idea of it? How could it not be worth the greatest danger, the greatest and most ghastly defeat? Even at the moment of destruction, I would be alive as I have never been.

I don't really believe I am a hero to the world. But I long ago decided that I must live as if I were a hero—that I must pass through all the difficulties which confront me, because they are only my inevitable circles of fire.

I lived like a man who wanted to die but who had no courage to do it himself. I

What if the drive to survive was a form of faith, a form of prayer?

If we wanted to survive, if we wanted to inherit the millennia as Thorne and Cyril, and Teskhamen and Chrysanthe had inherited them, as Avicus and Zenobia had inherited them, as Marius and Pandora and Flavius had inherited them, and as Rhoshamandes and Sevraine had inherited them—and as Seth and Gregory, now the very oldest among us, had inherited them—then we had to meet the future with respect as well as courage and count fear and selfishness to be small things.