Quotes About Courage

Squirrelpaw

Without hesitation Breezepelt darted in among them and slashed his claws across the nearest stoat's face before darting out again and running on. "Take that, mange-pelt!" he yowled. The injured stoat let out a screech of pain, and a furious chittering rose from its denmates.

Lostface!" Cloudtail spat suddenly. The venom in his voice startled Fireheart. "I hate that name," he hissed. "What right does Bluestar have to remind her of what happened every time a cat speaks to her? Well, I'm not going to use it again. And if Bluestar objects, she can . . . she can go and eat snails!

Are you okay?" Crowfeather asked. Breezepelt's throat was bleeding, but not too badly; it looked as if the stoat's fangs hadn't sunk in very deep. "Fine," Breezepelt replied. "You?" Crowfeather nodded. "Let's go and kill some stoats!" Breezepelt instantly leaped into the battle, but Crowfeather paused a moment to take in what was happening.

With this life I give you courage," Lionheart murmured. "Use it well in defense of your Clan.

I personally believe Patch scared the pants off normal, and it took off running for the far side of the world.

Becca Fitzpatrick

Fear is ever-present, waiting to be called to the surface. Change brought fear, and fear brought destruction.

Just as courage is not the absence of fear but the determination to be brave and move forward in spite of our nerves, genuine peace is not the absence of trauma but is finding our calm in the midst of turmoil, the presence of Jesus asleep in the storm.

Sometimes fear is wholesome and rational; it is well to swing fear as a mighty battle-axe over men's heads when no other motive will move them.

There is nothing that makes more cowards and feeble men than public opinion.

Fear secretes acids.

Suffering well borne is better than suffering removed.

A man that puts himself on the ground of moral principle, if the whole world be against him, is mightier than all of them.

A man that has lost moral sense is like a man in battle with both of his legs shot off: he has nothing to stand on.

Many people are afraid to embrace religion, for fear they shall not succeed in maintaining it.

I must live by myself alone; but I know well that God is nearer to me than others in my art, so I will walk fearlessly with him.

hopeless optimism.

We're surrounded by a world that talks, but we don't listen. We're part of a community engaged in a vast conversation, but we deny our role in it. We haven't the courage to acknowledge our deep need for what we can't explain. The soul feeds on what takes us to the edge, but we don't go there willingly. Our longing is an echo of the Earth's.

In the concrete jungle it's sink or swim: you can't be timid or tentative; you have to forge through, make your mark, enter the fray.

I walk down the street, I fall down a hole. It takes me forever to figure out how to climb out. I walk down the street, fall down a hole, this time I know how to get out. I walk down the street, I walk around the hole. Next time I walk down a different street!

The moment we choose to love we begin to move towards freedom...

The practice of love offers no place of safety. We risk loss, hurt, pain. We risk being acted upon by forces outside our control.

I am astonished at my own indifference," he added, "as I never pretended to be brave; it distresses me at times when I am cool and capable of reflection to think how indifferent we become in the hour of battle when our fellow men fall around us by scores…. My God what kind of a people will we be?"27