Quotes About Courage

One bully long res'.

Animava-o a coragem que o medo dá.

his fighting spirit was aroused—the fighting spirit that soars above odds, fails to recognize the impossible, and is deaf to all save the clamor for battle.

How can you manage all alone, Mr. Young?" His large, almost girlish eyes rested on her for a moment before he replied, and then it was in the softest and gentlest of voices. "Oh, I get along pretty well with them. 

All the stiffness and gloss had gone out of his beautiful furry coat. The hair hung down, limp and draggled, or matted with dried blood where Hal's club had bruised him. His muscles had wasted away to knotty strings, and the flesh pads had disappeared, so that each rib and every bone in his frame were outlined cleanly through the loose hide that was wrinkled in folds of emptiness. It was heartbreaking, only Buck's heart was unbreakable.

So he was harnessed in again, and proudly he pulled as of old, though more than once he cried involuntary from the bite of his inward hurt.

That first repulsion had been really a fear of her undiscovered self, and the fear had gone to sleep.

Colmillo Blanco aprendió una cosa pronto: que el dios ladrón era generalmente cobarde y huía fácilmente de los ruido alarmantes.

Never, in his brief cave-life, had he encountered anything of which to be afraid.  Yet fear was in him.  It had come down to him from a remote ancestry through a thousand thousand lives.

Thornton's doubt was strong in his face, but his fighting spirit was aroused—the fighting spirit that soars above odds, fails to recognize the impossible, and is deaf to all save the clamor for battle.

That is why they are for'ard, in that pigsty of a forecastle, because they lack the iron.

The Complete Novels of Jack London

Buck possedeva una qualità necessaria alla grandezza, la fantasia.

Questi uomini che stanno per uccidermi sembrano spaventati dalla mia morte.

He came to her breathing of large airs and great spaces. The blaze of tropic suns was in his face, and in his swelling, resilient muscles was the primordial vigor of life. He was marred and scarred by that mysterious world of rough men and rougher deeds, the outposts of which began beyond her horizon.

Truth, beaten down, may well rise again. But there's a reason it gets beaten down. Usually we don't like it very much.

Few people achieve greatness. One reason is that the opportunity, for the vast majority of us, never even shows up. Another is that if it does, it will inevitably look like a long shot. And the temptation invariably is to play it safe.

overcoming your fear of disclosure

Now then!" cried Vita Palas. "Don't you go slanging me, you raddled old hussy! I know your kind, all skin and spleen, and wrinkles to wrap over all! Your own morals are sewage, you with your dancing-boys and gigolos! Don't you try slanging me any more, or I'll snatch off your wig and really explain what I think of you! It will not be nice! It will turn your long nose blue!

Where cowards never venture, heroes find splendor. So

Out there somewhere our fortune hides. Though pain seems what our life provides Our dauntless doctrine still abides!

young Araminta Smade

Folk who turn their backs on trouble only get their arses kicked.

Liane is feared by those who fear fear, loved by those who love love.