Quotes About Courage

Security is a precious asset. It should be a goal of everyone who genuinely wants to build a good society rather than one that facilitates the aggrandizement of a privileged elite who knowingly gain from the insecurities of others. Wanting others to have what you want takes courage. That is what basic income is about.

Where do you find the strength to brave a barrage of enemy fire and to bring your wounded friends to safety at great risk to your own life? Conviction.

That was something else I'd learned from Homer—sometimes, to get the things that were good in life, you had to make a blind leap.

The beauty of having nothing to lose is that you have everything to gain

Yes, he even romped like a normal kitten, despite his eyelessness. In short, he was eminently lovable … at least by all standards except the one with which most humans preoccupied themselves: his appearance. Finally,

They seem to prove that the things that matter to and move us the most—things like love, courage, loyalty, altruism—aren't just ideas we made up from nothing. To see them demonstrated in other animals proves they're real things, that they exist in the world independently of what humans invent and tell each other in the form of myth or

The brawniest will not beat back the storm Nor the heaviest haul your little boy from harm.

And all the little people Will stare at me and say, "That is the Crazy Woman Who would not sing in May."

To say yes is to die A lot or a little.

It is lonesome, yes. For we are the last of the loud. Nevertheless, live. Conduct your blooming in the noise and whip of the whirlwind.

Gyáva az a korszak, amely a maga egyidej? képi m?vészetét nem teremti meg, és szerencsétlenek azok a m?vészek, akik ilyen, a nemzeti emlékezetben semmiféle nyomot sem hagyó korszakban élnek.

También es la historia frecuente, a su manera canónica, del hombre que teme, que no quiere arrebatar lo suyo, que no quiere fricciones con los otros y está dispuesto a entregarse porque no está dispuesto a pelear. Miedo a pelear, el secreto mejor guardado de la masculinidad en trance de ser puesta a prueba, la renuncia previa a la victoria por miedo de pelear.

Corazón Valiente

He is trapped underground, suddenly and unexpectedly close to death, but still in control of his fate. "At that moment I put death in my head and decided I would live with it," he says later.

it felt like a hand had punched through the rock and reached out to us.

She alone dares and wishes to know from within, where she, the outcast, has never ceased to hear the resonance of fore-language. She lets the other language speak—the language of 1,000 tongues which knows neither enclosure nor death. To life she refuses nothing. Her language does not contain, it carries; it does not hold back, it makes possible.

Every woman has known the torment of getting up to speak. Her heart racing, at times entirely lost for words, ground and language slipping away – that's how daring a feat, how great a transgression it is for a woman to speak – even just open her mouth – in public.

Go, fly, swim, bound descend, cross, love the unknown, love the uncertain, love what has not yet been seen, love no one, whom you are, whom you will be, leave yourself, shrug off the old lies, dare what you don't dare, it is there that you will take pleasure . . . and rejoice, in the terror, follow it where you're afraid to go, go ahead, take the plunge, you're on the right trail.

This book is my obliging you. This is a book I never would have dared write, if I did not feel protected and obligated by your madness.

But I may also be afraid. I am afraid. I have already read it. And, not to lie to you, I liked it. But I am afraid. I am not afraid of you, Fidelia, Sania, Ania. I am afraid of you . (I put all this in my separate notebook. My doubtbook.)

My book was powerless. The hall was so narrow. I could not run away from you. If I stayed there facing you, it was not out of courage but out of fear, that is the truth - fear of seeing and fear of being seen. But my soul already saw the other truth. Only my soul can tell the story that began in this doorway, slightly to the left of my gaze. There is no other witness. My soul alone saw the struggle.

The only book that is worth writing is the one we don't have the courage or strength to write.

It beings with fear, passion begins with a fear. Fear is the trembling of faith. One cannot have faith without being afraid. One cannot have faith, no human being. Being human is that: to have faith that's been fractured then stuck back together.

Let the priests tremble, we're going to show them our sexts!