Quotes About Courage

No tengas miedo -susurro entonces Xein en la oscuridad-. Aquí estas a salvo, te lo prometo.

Y, por primera vez en su viaje, Bipa tuvo auténtico pánico. Deseó regresar corriendo a casa, recuperar su vida, su aspecto, su identidad. Siempre había sido consciente de que en aquella búsqueda podía llegar a perder la vida, pero, por algún motivo, eso no le parecía tan terrible como perderse a sí misma.

No hay fuerza más poderosa y antigua que la del corazón.

De vegades odiem el que és diferent de nosaltres. Però molt sovint és perquè tenim por del que no coneixem, del que és diferent. I això respon al fet que en el fons..., ens fa por que ens agradi.

Fins i tot els homes més forts són vulnerables a les ferides de l'esperit.

No existen las fronteras para aquellos que se atreven a mirar más allá.

I understand fear better than anybody. Part I don't understand is giving in without a fight.

It's barely sprinkling." He smiled. "Don't be a wuss." "I'm absolutely a wuss. I need coffee.

Her friend Alex would have had a gun in her purse. Elaina would disable the guy with a few martial arts moves. But Mia didn't own a gun—much less carry one—and she couldn't fight her way out of a paper bag.

That night, before he tried to sleep, Louie prayed. He had prayed only once before in his life, in childhood, when his mother was sick and he had been filled with a rushing fear that he would lose her. That night on the raft, in words composed in his head, never passing his lips, he pleaded for help.

We had to rebuild him, both mentally and physically, but you don't have to rebuild the heart when it's already there, big as all outdoors.

As Halloran parachuted over Tokyo, the Zero that had shot him down sped toward him, and Halloran was certain that he was going to be strafed, as so many falling airmen were. But instead of firing, the pilot saluted him. After the war, Halloran and that pilot, Isamu Kashiide, became dear friends.

Laura Hillenbrand

Every morning, the Omori POWs were assembled and ordered to call out their number in Japanese. After November 1, 1944, the man assigned number twenty-nine would sing out "Niju ku!" at the top of his lungs.

Life was cheap in war.

Old Pops and I have got four good legs between us," he said. "Maybe that's enough.

Green Hornet being loaded for its final flight. Courtesy of Louis Zamperini

Though the captives' resistance was dangerous, through such acts, dignity was preserved, and through dignity, life itself.

At a Japanese POW camp, this dead American was found near war's end, still standing, at a sink at which he was trying to drink. American soldiers and guerrillas went behind enemy lines to rescue the men at this camp, but they were too late. They found the bodies of 150 POWs, starved to death.

It is in times of superlative hardship that individuals live their epic adventures, stories that thrill, fascinate, inspire, and illuminate.

At last, a door thumped open. A man rushed out and snapped to a halt, screaming "Keirei!" It was the Bird. Louie's legs folded, the snow reared up at him, and down he went.

Louie, looking as battered as his plane, walked to Super Man. He leaned his head into one of the cannon holes and saw the severed right rudder cables, still spliced together as he had left them. He ran his fingers along the tears in Super Man's skin. The plane had saved him and all but one of his crew. He would think of it as a dear friend.

The crash of Green Hornet had left Louie and Phil in the most desperate physical extremity, without food, water, or shelter. But on Kwajalein, the guards sought to deprive them of something that had sustained them even as all else had been lost: dignity.

Four more times the Japanese strafed them, sending Louie into the water to kick and punch at the sharks until the bomber had passed.