Quotes About Courage

We inhale trust and we exhale fearlessness.

perhaps we would engrave the words of Mahatma Gandhi, who once said, A small body of determined spirits fired by an unquenchable faith in their mission can alter the course of history.

Gandhi, who once said, "A small body of determined spirits fired by an unquenchable faith in their mission can alter the course of history." Such were Irena and all her friends, and this is their story. Afterword Author's Note on the Story of Irena's Children

I tell their stories here to do all of them some small honor. Their lives and, sometimes, their deaths speak to what we are capable of as average people in the face of evil and horror.

We can't always be unlucky in my experience. And so, my dear friend: courage, patience and resignation.

For most of those who lived in Paris during the occupation, however, survival depended on how adeptly one could navigate the nuances of wartime reality. At the Hôtel Ritz, the shades of gray were at their most impenetrable. In its spaces, astonishing things happened. In those gray areas—where courage and desire collided with brutality and terror—were powerful human stories.

Most of those who tell you they were in the resistance are fabulists at best. The worst are simply liars. It was a frighteningly small movement, covert, secret, and the price of discovery was monstrous. After the war, everyone wanted to believe that they had supported it. It is a collective French national fantasy.

As the word came of the German advance, there were hushed and frantic conversations at the hotel during the second week in June 1940. To stay or to go was the pressing question

But in that novel he would memorialize this moment—Paris in 1898—where two cultures edged up against each other in darkness. He would set that novel in this époque, in the days when France was torn apart over the fate of a Jewish officer named Alfred Dreyfus and over the courage of an elderly writer to speak truth to power.

She might not be as beautiful, or as smart or as rich as all the rest of them. But she had her pride

You can never go back.Never.Not if you want to survive.

From now on, I'll have to be my own rock. Rebuild my own life. Start afresh. I've done it before, and I'll do it

Where there's life, there's hope, right? We're blessed.

To love is to take a risk. And life without love is no life at all.

She knew it was the right decision, even though she was still scared. Doing nothing would achieve nothing.

When the great day of battle comes, remember your training, and remember above all that speed and vigor of attack are the sure roads to success and you must succeed—for to retreat is as cowardly as it is fatal.

I never really got nightmares from movies. In fact, I recall my father saying when I was three years old that I would be scared, but I never was.

When you've managed to stumble directly into the heart of the unknown - either through the misdirection of others, or better yet, through your own creative ineptitude - there is no one there to hold your hand or tell you what to do. In those bad lost moments, in the times when are advised not to panic, we own the unknown, and the world belongs to us. The child within has full reign. Few of us are ever so free

That's why the words "Let's go!" are intrinsically courageous. It's the decision to go that is, in itself, entirely intrepid.

The message of 1 Samuel 17 is not that we are called to be like David. Its good news is that we have a David.

There is nothing that God expects you to do that you cannot do. The sin that defeats you need not defeat you. The fears that consume you need not consume you. The people who terrify you need not terrify you. You have the Spirit of life within you empowering you to know God and follow Christ.

At first I wanted to be a jockey. I rode horses in Cleveland but I kept falling off and I was afraid of horses. So there wasn't much of a future in it.

She may not have enough money to visit the canteen, but they look at her as though she is a hero.

Katwe has no street signs. No addresses. It is a maze of rutted alleys and dilapidated shacks. It is a place where time is measured by where your shadow hits the ground. There are no clocks. No calendars. Because it lies just a few degrees from the equator, Katwe has no seasons, which adds to the repetitive, almost listless, nature of daily life. Every day is just like the next. Survival in Katwe depends on courage and determination as well as guile and luck.