Quotes About Courage

Then there was a fight between our oxen-drivers, one of them attempting to stab the other with a knife, and Robert rushing in between till Peni and I were nearly frantic with fright. No harm happened, however, except that Robert had his trousers torn. And we escaped afterwards certain banditti, who stopped a carriage only the day before on the very road we travelled, and robbed it of sixty-two scudi.

May I know your name, sir?" The smile rearranged his face under the terrible scars. "Nezahualcoyotl. Michel Nezahualcoyotl. Charmed.

Let us go hurtling around the galaxy thwarting evil, shall we?

If you have to die [...] better to go down fighting. Better to die in company. Better not be the last, and alone, weighed down with all that knowing.

You'd never break this one. You'd never even bend her. She'd die like Joan of Arc first, and spit blood on you through a smile.

A good thing they didn't know I was traveling with a trio of warrior women. I wouldn't have stood a chance alone.

How will you know that you love, if there is no terror of losing? Is it love at all, if there is no risk? If it is safe?

The deeps stretched out before him, chilling his soul and leaving him quailing and courageless in their regard.

Chalcedony wasn't built for crying. She didn't have it in her, not unless her tears were cold tapered glass droplets annealed by the inferno heat that had crippled her.

Kusanagi-Jones had only one idea, and it involved doing something he hadn't willingly done in his adult life.

There's an eagle feather in my pocket and resolution like a fist clenching my chest and on some deep level I'm dead happy I don't know what comes next.

A warrior kind of finality fills me with an emotion I almost don't recognize.

The Elf-knight stepped forward and Will went with him.

Despite his worry, Will straightened his spine and breathed the cold scent of crunching leaves, drank deep of the welcome air of Faerie and let its strength fill him up.

She reined her mare in close enough that Gin could lean a shoulder on her to be comforted, and slid her own arm around Kit's waist, seeming not to notice that it took all of his flickering strength of heart not to shy and buck.

The improvised weapon in his hand, the comfort of his friend at his side were all the strength he needed.

Jane drew herself up, chin high and shoulders back, and extended her hand. It was half the gesture of a Queen to a Queen, and half an offering to a wild animal, and Matthew bit his lips on a smile when he noticed.

I was asking a sick plant for emotional labor so I could find the courage to ask them things I knew would hurt them greatly. But I was a sick mammal, so I suppose it evened out.

The flesh of her palms broke open on the steel. But that steel yielded and, by inches, the door-thicker than her waist-cracked open. She dropped one arm around Rien and pulled her through and in.

Not trying to stare the Dragon in the eye seemed to ease her.

Whatever confidence came to her when she gripped a knife didn't serve her here.

Dry hands, hot, callused. Eyes dripping silver light, so it pooled and ran down the Wolf's creased cheeks like tears. But the look on his face wasn't sorrow.

I don't want to think what might have Col. Frederick Valens running scared.

He's not a villain," Dorcas said, "He's a hero who happens to be on the other side of the war.