Quotes About Courage

Scared. That's good. A fine soldier is always scared. Makes you normal. It's how you respond to it that makes or breaks you.

Great. We're all bloody inspired," Newt answered, then pointed over his shoulder, towards the Maze.

Can't take a chance that one day, in one spot, somewhere, an exit might appear. We can't give up. Ever.

We'll start firing till they drop or we drop.

Good try, ya bugging shank. The Gathering elects Runners, and if you think I'm tough, they'd laugh in your face.

Zart the fart, you start.

Thomas swallowed, wondering how he could ever go out there. His desire to become a Runner had taken a major blow. But he had to do it. Somehow he KNEW he had to do it. It was such an odd thing to feel, especially after what he'd just seen... Thomas knew he was a smart kid- he somehow felt it in his bones. But nothing about this place made any sense. Except for one thing. He was supposed to be a Runner. Why did he feel that so strongly? And even now, after seeing what lived in the maze?

Things are bad,they are,and they'll get much worse for ya soon,thats the truth.But down the road a piece,you'll be fightin' true and good.I can tell you're not a bloody sissy. -Newt

Minho looked at Thomas, a serious expression on his face, "if I don't see you on the other side," he said in a sappy voice, "remember that I love you." Snickering at Thomas's eye roll, he went through the doors and they closed.

Just go with it', he thought. 'You won't figure out anything if you give in to fear'.

Sin importar que tan malas fueran las cosas, rendirse sólo las empeoraría.

Newt shook his head, his face a mixture of anger and awe. "What you did was half brave and half bloody stupid. Seems like you're pretty good at that.

Whoa," Thomas said, feeling bolder by the minute. "Slim it nice and calm there, old fella. You look three steps away from a heart attack.

If we're gonna die, let's do it freakin' fighting!

You won't figure out anything if you give in to fear.

If you want to throw me in jail for trying to save someone's life, then go ahead. Next time I promise I'll point at them and laugh.

That's better," Mino said with a satisfied nod. "Anybody else wanna pee their pants and cry for their mommy?

There's something really creepy about the doors being open," Mark whispered. "And it's so dark inside the rooms." "What's your point?" Alec asked. "Ready to turn around and go home?" "No. Just saying that you should go in first.

I want to be a Runner.

There are no rules. There are no guidelines. You have few supplies, and there's nothing to help you along the way. Go through the Flat Trans at the time indicated. Find open air. Go one hundred miles, directly north, to the safe haven. Make it or die.

Minho flexed his right arm. "If these people are really the girls Aris was hanging out with, I'll show 'em these guns of mine and they'll go runnin'.

I've met some brave people in my life. And I've met some awfully stupid people. You're one of the rare ones that are both.

Shank's got more guts than I've fried up from every pig and cow in the last year." He paused, as if expecting a laugh, but none came. "How stupid is this—he saves Alby's life, kills a couple of Grievers, and we're sitting here yappin' about what to do with him. As Chuck would say, this is a pile of klunk.

Being careful hasn't gotten us squat.