Quotes About Courage

Somehow, Kit got the cup to his mouth. Perhaps even the steam was fortifying. It tasted of bitter earth and summer sun and the unshed tears still clogging his throat.

She was mannishly magnificent, tall and broad-shouldered, with her long stride and her mane of unrestrained mahogany-black curls. She wore boots, and the heels clapped on the rugs unrepentant as a horse's hooves.

It takes more than blood and iron to wound me.

Swing hard; follow through to the other side of whatever you are swinging at. Zanya Farweather had been swinging at my soul.

I could mess up the gravity and get squished. I could get sealed in and spend the rest of my objectively quite short but subjectively probably very long and unhappy existence like a jellyfish in the tubes, drifting along, unable to get out. And both of these seemed preferable in my head to the idea that I was going to have to climb out of this accessway and go get into a physical confrontation with somebody who was armed and didn't mind conflict in the slightest.

The red wolf blurred and retreated, a smooth, reshaping of form that left him standing, nude, facing her. Seeker bit her lip and kept her gaze an his eyes, telling herself the breathless pain she felt was nothing but nervousness.

Kit took a deep breath, and walked into the light.

I must not clutch my throat, I will not. And I will not give her Strifbjorn, even for that. Even for freedom. Not Strifbjorn. But perchance, anything else.

Hey, it's my job to climb into questionable machines.

Unworthy? I think not, Wolfling. Pure as the will of the pack, thou art.

I'd changed my gown for trousers and a chain haulberk, and I had a silver sword I hadn't the faintest idea how to use strapped to the saddle that Whiskey had grudgingly accepted.

Coward, he thought again, meeting Eremei Fyodorovich's laughter-sweet eyes. He wondered briefly if Ian's would be as changeable as Elaine's or if they were green like his own.

He turned his head to press his face to the cold glass of the portal, a gesture Richard saw a lot among his pilots. His pilots. With their hair-trigger reflexes and enhanced senses that made the simplest navigation through daily life an act of courage and endurance. His pilots. Richard's pilots. Richard's ticket to the stars.

My type of woman. Damn it to the Well.

What did it hurt me to be honest with her? To be vulnerable?

If I had had a soul it would have quailed.

It is perilous to admit weakness. It is even more perilous to lie to dragons.

I hauled my heart out of my pants with both hands and followed it through the breachd hull, and into the night.

I hauled my heart out of my pants with both hands and followed it through the breached hull, and into the night.

She was continuing to develop and evolve. All she had ever needed was the resources to enrich herself, and the space in which to grow. She was so brave and so slight-and, okay, so glittery-that my eyes stung a little from looking at her.

I may have the run away, you understand. That is the sensible thing to do when a large predator is pursuing you. No hard feelings at all.

Maybe faith is a thing your decide to have, even knowing that it's not safe. Even knowing you could lose it, you could be betrayed at any time.

I was losing this round, and I neded to disengage without seming like I was running away.

I'm not dragging my tail through that." Primly, with a flip of his long, crossed primary feathers. "You wanted to go this way. We're going this way. And you can carry me.