Quotes About Courage

I may be more sparing with mention of my gang rape in the future. Although I enjoy baiting this bear, I don't enjoy his pain. Just his fire.

I must have stood there for five minutes trying to talk myself into opening it. The unknown is a vast paralyzing limbo. I'd like to tell you that the monster under the bed is rarely as bad as your fear of it, but in my experience it's almost always worse.

Find the silver lining. Throw that head back and belly up a laugh. It's just another adventure. Greet it, master it.

You're inviting my rapists into my home.

Virginia, the heroine in The 10th Kingdom

Out of the frying pan and into the fire. The soles of my shoes should have been steaming.

He was waiting, one strong hand outstretched. She had no idea what he was doing, or where he thought he was going. He was asking her to say "yes" without knowing. He was asking for that leap of faith Gwen had warned her about. For the second time in less than forty-eight hours, the man was asking her to throw all caution to the wind and leap with him, trusting that he wouldn't let her fall.

Snip. Snip. Snip. I stand perfectly still while he works (chin tucked down so the ends will blend better), then braid my much shorter hair and weapon up.

I can't die like this. I have things to do. My adventure has hardly begun. Everything goes black. I see Death. Ain't so fascinating. It's a sledgehammer.

It is never an easy thing to do. It is one of the distinguishing characteristics between survivors and victims. Letting go of what was, to survive what is.

I turned and stared into the mirror. The reflection of a stranger stared back. I touched my face in the reflection. No, she wasn't a stranger. She was a woman who'd stepped out of her comfort zone in order to survive, who'd become a fighter. I liked the woman I saw in the looking glass.

Buck up, little buckaroo, it said, in a dry, gravelly drawl. You wouldn't believe how many things that advice has gotten me through since. When everything else is gone, balls are all any of us really have left. The question is: Are yours made of flesh and blood, or steel?

I've got soul but I'm not a soldier

I can either be a victim—or a winner. Fuck victimhood. I don't wear it well; it clashes with my wardrobe.

pint-size strength

Umut güçlendirir.Korku öldürür.

I will confront the wasp in our nest come morning.

The person who truly lives has precious few moments of safety, learns to thrive in any kind of storm. It's the truth you can stare down stone-cold that makes you what you are. Weak or strong. Live or die. Prove yourself. How much truth can you take

We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our , or fractured by a permanent, damming fault line.

Death on her left. Devil on her right.

We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trials , or fractured by a permanent, damming fault line.

Karen Marie Moning

Fuck normal. Give me a good war any day.

People are capable of varying degrees of truth. The majority spend their entire lives fabricating an elaborate skein of lies, immersing themselves in the faith of bad faith, doing whatever it takes to feel safe. The person who truly lives has precious few moments of safety, learns to thrive in any kind of storm. It's the truth you can stare down stone-cold that makes you what you are. Weak or strong. Live or Die.