Quotes About Courage

Turned out I was wrong. It wasn't the dark I should have been afraid of, at all." —Mac's journal

I almost die a lot. Superheroes do.

Hope builds a stairway to Heaven. Fear opens an abyss to Hell. We stand in front of those two possible apertures at all times; choose which one to go through.

Things never stop going wrong. Life isn't about waiting for peace to arrive, it's about learning to thrive in the midst of war. There's always another one on the way.

I don't reply. Sometimes the most heroic action you can take looks a lot like inaction to the rest of the world. Sometimes the hardest, longest walk is the one the white-hat takes offstage.

Karen Marie Moning

They can't die! Superheroes don't die!

What it takes to be the last one standing is an unquenchable hunger to live. He who wants it the most wins. It takes fire, willingness to burn down to your motherfucking core.

Sometimes, Ms. Lane," he said, "one must break with one's past to embrace one's future. 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.

Should any of us be desperate enough to find our own solution and dare to take action, we would have been pronounced to be the lowest of all disobedient wives

Peas were for pussies. Real soldiers used mashed potato. With extra gravy.

Often the right path is the one that may be hardest for you to follow. But the hard path is also the one that will make you grow as a human being.

I'm proud of you, son," he said. "I guess it has finally sunk in that it's important to stand up for yourself in this world." Rocky shook his head. "It's more important to stand up for someone who can't stand up for herself," he had answered. Rocky Ryan speaking with his father.

There's no shame in crying, you know. You've been so strong, my brave girl, but you don't have to be strong now. There's nobody here but you and me, and you've had a hell of a night. Actually, a hell of a few years. Cry all you want.

you. Can you tell us your name, give us the name of

He's a soldier. We all fight in our own ways. And sometimes we do things we might not want to do." Otto hung his coat, then turned to look at her. "What you have to ask yourself is where you would be right now if he hadn't been there when you needed help. Remember Morocco?

It's go time.' He takes my elbow and gentles me down the planks with such tenderness that I am suddenly very afraid. But there's no sense making the plunge slow and unbearable. I take a running leap down the pier- ... -and launch over the water. It's my favorite moment: when I'm one toe away from flight and my body takes over. The choice is made, but the consequence is still just an inky shimmer beneath me. And I'm flying, I'm rushing to meet my own reflection-

Wear your skeleton on the inside out, and keep your insect heart secret.

This is it, the geographical limit of how far I'll go for Ossie. We are learning longitude and latitude in school, and it makes my face burn that I can graph the coordinates of my own love and courage with such damning precision.

I believe I met my mother there, in the final instant. Not her ghost but some vaster portion of her, her self boundlessly recharged beneath the water. Her courage. In the cave I think she must have lent me some of it, because the strength I felt then was as huge as the sun. The yellow inside you that makes you want to live. I believe that she was the pulse and bloom that forced me toward the surface.

Nal had begun to sense that his life had jumped the rails—and then right at his nadir, he'd agreed to an "avant" haircut performed by Cousin Steve.

I wish I could say I gulp pure courage as I run, like those brave little girls you read about in stories, ... But this burst of speed comes from an older adrenaline, some limbic other. Not courage, but a deeper terror. I don't want to be left alone. And I am ready to defend Ossie against whatever monster I encounter, ... and save her for myself.

I pace along the edge of the marsh, too afraid to follow her, not for the first time. This is it, this is the geographical limit of how far I'll go for Ossie. We are learning latitude and longitude in school, and it makes my face burn that I can graph the coordinates of my own love and courage with such damning precision.

That's one difference between a bully and a hero, I guess: good aim.