Quotes About Courage

But I do get afraid. It's just that fear makes me sort of . . . angry and resentful, and I bite back at it. It's hard to describe." It isn't hard to describe, you idiot," Aud said. "It's called courage.

Ah, you coward! Look at you, running." "Actually, it's called improvising.

I'ts how I want to remember him, the way he was that night: with horrors up ahead and horrors at our back, and Lockwood standing in between them, calm and unafraid.

You shouldn't have done it," I said. "You shouldn't have risked yourself." "Come off it," Lockwood said. "You know I'd die for you." He chuckled. "Heaven knows, I've come near it often enough. Scrambling down a crack in the ground is nothing…

Do you trust me?' the skull said. ... 'Yes,' I said. 'Sort of.' 'Then break the bloody glass.

Doubts, like ghosts, gain strength in darkness; even with the dawn I wasn't sure I'd done the right thing.

What kind of life was it, to sit dumbly in the dark, in living fear of death? Better to go out and face it, head-on.

This was how you did it. This was how your spirit stayed strong. This was how you looked death in the eye and defied it.

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a minute!" I felt that queasy sensation in my stomach that you always get when they dismiss you. Like someone sucking out your insides through your back. They have to say it three times to get rid of you, if you're keen on sticking around. Usually you're not. But this time I remained where I was, two glowing eyes in an angry fug of boiling smoke. "Do you know what you are asking

Jonathan Stroud

Jonathan Stroud

In principle, there's nothing shameful about struggling when a building falls upon you. I've had such problems before. It's part of the job description.

One other thing, Esmira," Solomon said as they stepped through. "I'm not your master. If this should be the last hour of your life, try not to need one.

The odds were stacked in his enemy's favour. But that was the way it should be. He would succeed or die trying.

To the end of his life, the strongest man in Iceland was always afraid of the dark.

According to some, heroic deaths are admirable things. I've never been convinced by this argument, mainly because, no matter how cool, stylish, composed, unflappable, manly, or defiant you are, at the end of the day you're also dead. Which is a little too permanent for my liking.

Besides, if you're going to die horribly, you might as well do it with style.

He was a bold man that first eat an oyster.

He was a bold man that first ate an oyster.

and if you want to know where all the good guys are, we're standing right in front of you, lacking the balls to actually make ourselves heard.

I'm still shy - I'm no good at my children's parent-teacher conferences, and I'm slowly learning how to ask for what I want. But I now know that I have a reserve of courage to draw upon when I really need it. There's nothing that I'm too scared to have a go at.

A hero called Adin rose from the ranks of the people. He was an ordinary man, a blacksmith who made swords and armor and shoes for horses. But he had been blessed with strsngth, courage, and cleverness.

Fearing, you climbed the mountain. Fearing, you faced its dangers. And fearing, you went on. That is real bravery, Rowan. Only fools do not fear. Sheba knew that. Sheba knew everything all along.