Quotes About Courage

Dextrum Scylla latus, laevum implacata Charybdis obsidet, atque imo barathri ter gurgite vastos sorbet in abruptum fluctus, rursusque sub auras erigit alternos et sidera verberat unda.

Quaeritur huic alius; nec quisquam ex agmine tanto audet adire virum manibusque inducere caestus.

prima citae Teucris ponam certamina classis; quique pedum cursu valet, et qui viribus audax aut iaculo incedit melior levibusque sagittis, seu crudo fidit pugnam committere caestu

Una salus uictis nullam sperare salutem

sublimemque feres ad sidera caeli magnanimum Aenean vv. 258, libro I

ARMS, and the man I sing

Degeneres animos timor arguit:

Yield thou not to adversity, but press on more bravely.

Incepto Ne Desistam!

The door opens and the tiger leaps.

Fear no more, says the heart...

Then may I tell you that the very next words I read were these – 'Chloe liked Olivia…' Do not start. Do not blush. Let us admit in the privacy of our own society that these things sometimes happen. Sometimes women do like women.

I'm terrified of passive acquiescence. I live in intensity.

Whenever you see a board up with Trespassers will be prosecuted, trespass at once.

Do not start. Do not blush. Let us admit in the privacy of our own society that these things sometimes happen. Sometimes women do like women.

Life is difficult; facts uncompromising; and the passage to that fabled land where our brightest hopes are extinguished, our frail barks founder in darkness, one that needs, above all, courage, truth, and the power to endure.

Whatever may be their use in civilized societies, mirrors are essential to all violent and heroic action.

Chastity ... has, even now, a religious importance in a woman's life, and has so wrapped itself round with nerves and instincts that to cut it free and bring it to the light of day demands courage of the rarest.

I want to resemble a sort of liquid light which stretches beyond visibility or invisibility. Tonight I wish to have the valor and daring to belong to the moon

Life for both sexes — and I looked at them, shouldering their way along the pavement — is arduous, difficult, a perpetual struggle. It calls for gigantic courage and strength. More than anything, perhaps, creatures of illusion as we are, it calls for confidence in oneself. Without self-confidence we are as babes in the cradle.

They say that one must beat one's wings against the storm in the belief that beyond this welter the sun shines

Must, must, must — detestable word. Once more, I who had thought myself immune, who had said, Now I am rid of all that, find that the wave has tumbled me over, head over heels, scattering my possessions, leaving me to collect, to assemble, to head together, to summon my forces, rise and confront the enemy.

But I beneath a rougher sea, And whelmed in deeper gulfs than he.

And then she said to herself, brandishing her sword at life, nonsense.