Quotes About Courage

Courageous leaders face unpleasant and even devastating situations with equanimity, then act firmly to bring good from trouble, even if their action is unpopular. Leadership always faces natural human inertia and opposition. But courage follows through with a task until it is done.

Blow me, Grim Reaper!

This was not the state of mind I was accustomed to, at the outset of an expedition. But one does not fight the battles he wishes to fight; he fights the battles that find him. I would do my best to ignore my foul mood and physical discomfort, and plunge ahead as I had planned.

The best of us grieve over the loss but do not dwell on it. Instead we draw from our inner strength to help us move on from our pain.

You can't go back. Can't fix what broke. But you can go forward. And every step matters. Every one makes a difference." She pushed away from the desk, cupped his face in her hands. "From where I'm standing, you're the best step I ever took.

It's more than you think it can be, she heard herself say. It changes everything, and fixes everything that matters. Maybe you're never going to be the same, and maybe part of you is always afraid of what will happen if...but he's always going to be there. All you have to do is reach out, and he's going to be there.

I'm going to see if Morris has a spare spine lying around you can borrow if you're scared to speak to that high-heeled, smug-ass bitch, Peabody.

I didn't want to tell you I'd been scared, much less why. I guess that was stupid. It was. Aren't you supposed to say something like 'no, it wasn't. Blah, blah, support, stroke, let me get you some chocolate'? You haven't red the marriage handbook's footnotes. It's another woman who does that sort of thing. I believe I'm allowed to be more blunt, then ask if you'd like a quick shag. Shag yourself

I'm not afraid of you, Roarke. Aren't you? He moved closer, curling his hands on the lapels of her shirt. What do you think will happen if you step over the line? Too much, she murmured.

She could and had faced an armed laser in the hands of a mad mutant mercenary with less fear than she faced such unswerving emotion...

Anyone who deliberately makes someone else feel less, feel helpless? That person is a coward. They're the weak ones, the shameful ones. What

Love changes everything. I proposed to my wife after we limped away from a physical altercation with another serial killer. Good times." "Feels

Real responsibility means doing what's right, even when it's hard.

He may have gotten spanked by a barbecue grill, but on a desk unit, he was a king.

Okay." Mavis nodded decisively. "Then you tear it down. You don't take no for an answer. You nag and you pick and you stick until it pops out of him. Whatever it is. Girls are good at this, Dallas." "I'm not good at being a girl." "Sure you are. You're your own kind of girl. Think of it as kicking his ass until he cracks.

There were times during the weeks and weeks – months really – of planning, of selecting, of working out all the tiny details, I felt impatient, even annoyed with myself. There were times I doubted, times I nearly lost my courage and my focus. It's too easy to become discouraged when no one values your skills and your efforts.

She strode away, steeling both her heart and her belly against the hurt. It wasn't just the body, she thought, that could shatter. And it wasn't only fists and pipes and bats that could shatter it.

You're courageous enough to do something that in some part of your heart you see as cowardly.

And you figure because the two of you don't rub smooth she'll let things slide? Her eyes, colored to match her hair were round and sad. That's jerk thinking, Sumerset. Dallas'll work till she drops to do right by you, and I figure you know it. If somebody came after you, she'd step between and take the hit, because that's who she is. I figure you know that, too.

I'm not strong." "You're wrong," Eve said as she rose. "You came here, you asked to help someone who needs help. You're no weak sister, Mrs. Patrick, and he can't make you one.

Full-out guts. That's what I first admired about you. Now it terrifies me." For the first time she moved to him, laid a hand on his cheek. Almost as soon as she had, she dropped her hand and stepped back again, embarrassed. "I've been a cop for ten years, Roarke, never had more than some bumps and bruises. Don't worry about it." "I think you're going to have to get used to having someone worry about you, Eve.

She smiled at him, very sweetly. "What is it about asking you Catholic questions that gets you all jumpy?" "You'd be jumpy, too, if I asked you things that make you feel the hot breath of hell at your back." "You're not going to hell." "Oh, and have you got some inside intel on that?" "You married a cop. You married me. I'm your goddamn salvation.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves, By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word. The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword!  

She now had a small army of cops to—if they actually found the bastard—take down one man. But she understood the sentiment, and the need. You came for one, you came for all.