Quotes About Courage

When it is all one can do to simply hold on, then to suffer is to weather a deluge no god can ease

But the world had its layers. To the simple it offered simplicity. To the wise it offered profundity. And the only measure of courage worth acknowledging was found in accepting where one stood in that scheme – in hard

It is an extraordinary act of courage,' said Tulas Shorn, 'to come to know a stranger's pain. To even consider such a thing demands a profound dispensation, a willingness to wear someone else's chains, to taste their suffering, to see with one's own eyes the hue cast on all things – the terrible stain that is despair.

There are poets who glory in their recounts of battle, of all those struggles so deftly ritualized. And they tend lovingly their garden of words, heaping high the harvest of glory, duty, courage and honour. But each of those luscious, stirring words is plucked from the same vine, and alas, it is a poisonous one. Name it necessity, and look well upon its spun strands, its fibrous belligerence.

It is only the dumb beast that understands futile gestures – the cold necessity for them, in the face of all the hard truths. We who hold to the higher aspirations of the intellect, we surrender too quickly. And yet, in looking upon that dog – a creature knowing only loyalty and courage – we find flavours to wound our own souls.

Introspection was an act of supreme courage, one that few could manage. But when all one had left to stir was a heap of crumbled bones, there was nothing else one could do. Fleeing the scene only prolonged the ordeal. Memories clung to the horrors in his wake, and the only true escape was a plunge into madness – and madness was not a thing he could simply choose for himself. More's the pity. No, the sharper the inner landscape, the fiercer the sanity.

See him. In the eternity before dawn. When among mortals courage is at its weakest, when fear sinks talons on the threshold and will not let go. When one awakens to such loneliness as to twist a moan from the chest. But then... you feel it, breath catching. You feel it. You are not alone. The Watch stands guard.

Andiamo a prendere parte alla morte. Ed è in questi momenti, prima che le spade vengano sguainate, prima che il sangue bagni il terreno e le grida riempiano l'aria, che il senso di futilità scende su di noi. Senza le nostre armature, piangeremmo tutti quanti. In che altro modo potremmo reagire all'imminente promessa di incalcolabili perdite?

Look into our friend's eyes, Karsa Orlong. Look closely." "I see nothing." "Delum sees the same, Warleader. He stares at... nothing. Unlike you, however, he does not turn away from it. Instead, he sees with complete comprehension. Sees, and is terrified.

All real acts of chivalry are forms of repressed behavior.

I'm nervous." "Oh, how sad for you. Take it from me, it beats being scared witless.

She pushed herself upright, stumbling as pain closed iron bands around her ankles.

The harder the world the fiercer the honor

It is what we can bear,' she whispered. 'But there is more to life than suffering.

But what did Tattersail teach you? "If things get too hot," he said, "pull out, Toc. Ride

Taking up the sword is the last act of desperate men. Mark my words and find yourself a more worthy dream.

The most deadly seducers are the ones incouraging conformity. If you can only feel safe when everybody else feels, thinks and looks the same as you, then you're a Hood-damned coward... not to mention a vicious tyrant in the making.

They'd needed each other, and though thereafter they rarely spoke of that night – the only one they had shared – she had once commented, in a private moment, that she'd drunk so much to find the courage to invite him to lie with her.

I am a sword about to leave its scabbard. I am iron, and in the day's light I shall blind you all.

Truth is a pressure, and I see us all shying away. But, my friends, from truth there can be no escape.

Kallor never failed such moments. Let the curse flail him, strike him down; let defeat batter him again and again. He would just get back up, shake the dust off, and begin once more. He knew the world was damned.

For a long time, Lostara had concluded that the woman in command of the Bonehunters was simply incapable of revealing her vulnerable side.

Dying a dozen times in mock battle is nothing. When it's for real you die but once.

Gesler kicked one of the severed heads across the deck. Its uneven thumping was loud in the still air. 'Who still wants to live for ever?" he growled, then spat.