Quotes About Courage

Arthur and Trillian had the fixed expressions of rabbits on a night road who think that the best way of dealing with approaching headlights is to stare them out.

deciding that just as discretion was the better part of valor, so was cowardice the better part of discretion, he valiantly hid himself in a closet.

Ä°ki kol, iki bacak ve bir kafa ile orada bir insanm??s?n gibi durma cesaretini nerden buluyorsun sen? Bu davran???n dizanteriye neden olan amipleri bile utand?racak türden. Bahse girerim en alt gruptan bir dizanteri amibi bile, arada s?rada ortaya ç?karak k?z arkada??n? mide çeperinde bir gezintiye falan ç?kar?r.

Come off it, Mr. Dent," he said, "you can't win, you know. You can't lie in front of the bulldozer indefinitely." He tried to make his eyes blaze fiercely but

just as discretion was the better part of valor, so was cowardice the better part of discretion, he valiantly hid himself in the closet.

In fact, vertigo is explained by some not as the fear of falling, but as the temptation to jump!

aphod Beeblebrox crawled bravely along a tunnel, like the hell of a guy he was. He was very confused, but continued crawling doggedly anyway because he was that brave.

You certainly don't fuck about trying to ride manta rays.

And all dared to brave unknown terrors, to do mighty deeds, to boldly split infinitives that no man had split before

Bill Black is said to be one of the most experienced helicopter pilots in the world, and he needs to be. He sits like a cuddly old curmudgeon hunched over his joystick and chews gum slowly and continuously as he flies his helicopter directly at sheer cliff faces to see if you'll scream.

DüÅŸlerin f?rlat?l?p at?lsa ve yerle bir olsa bile…. Yürümeye devam et, yüreÄŸinde umutla yürü…

Era tempo, diceva l'oroscopo, di agire con positiva fermezza, prendere ardue decisioni, vedere cosa occorresse fare e farlo. Era tutto assai difficile per lui, ma, sapeva il Capo, nessuno aveva mai detto che fare cose difficili non fosse difficile.

Non è un vero scienziato chi ha timore che la gente lo ritenga pazzo.

Besides, she told herself, taking a deep breath, if life had taught her anything it was this: Never go back for your bag.

Ridiculed as Knox the knave and a runagate Scot, he was outlawed and forbidden to preach by the archbishop of St. Andrews, and orders were issued that he be shot on sight if he failed to comply. Knox did not comply. Years later, a would-be assassin fired a shot through a window of Knox's house in Edinburgh, narrowly missing his mark.? Still Knox preached.

above his Lord. Perhaps because Knox himself found such abundant strength in the midst of great personal weakness, he was used of God to raise

The archbishop of St. Andrews threatened that if Knox preached, he would be shot on sight. Knox preached anyway, from Perth to Fife and beyond. As a result, the summer of 1559 saw an extraordinary revival spread throughout Scotland.59

Former state senator Joe Neal of Nevada, a political commentator, concluded that the heroism of De'Mont-e Love proved "that a six-year-old demonstrated more leadership than the President of the United States." 14

1. YOU MUST REMEMBER THIS Youth is a cliff. You leap, and repair the broken bones later. When you're older, you draw the map, retrace your steps and find the cliff's edge again to wonder: Would anyone ever jump if they knew how far down it went? I jumped, once. I'm broken in unseen places.

everything can work out fine if you just plant your feet on the ground and look straight ahead. Nothing is a tragedy unless you buy it a suit of clothes and give it a free meal.

You guys just wait and see. We'll stand taller than these mountains. We'll bare open our hearts for the world to grab. We'll see lights where there was dimness. We'll testify together to what we have seen and felt. Life will go on--all of us--crawling; stumbling, falling perhaps. But we will be the strong ones. Our hearts will shine brightly.

Life need not be a story, but it does need to be an adventure.

It had been drilled into us that to feel fear is to not fully trust God. Whoever made that up has never been beneath a cafeteria table with a tiny thread of someone else's blood trickling onto their leg.

Dac? am fi avut convingeri, oare am fi avut m?car curajul s? le urm?m?