Quotes About Courage

the crescent sun is high, the moon low; life is not for the faint-hearted; so why the fuck should art be?

Man can live about forty days without food, about three days without water, about eight minutes without air...but only for one second without hope.

If the lion in us wishes to roar but the goat bleats instead, we must pay for this substitution in one way or another. Payment will vary: For some, it will be experienced as depression, a loss of energy and enthusiasm, or a growing unconsciousness. For others, it can be uncontrollable, seemingly irrational behavior, during which life, fortune, profession, or marriage may be risked. In its most extreme form, the price may be a physical breakdown that can lead to illness or even death.

If I were asked to give what I consider the single most useful bit of advice for all humanity it would be this: Expect trouble as an inevitable part of life and when it comes, hold your head high, look it squarely in the eye, and say, "I will be bigger than you. You cannot defeat me." ANN LANDERS

Open Eyes, Full Hearts, Can't Lose!

I've never been afraid to be who I really am on screen.

War either makes you a fascist or a fag.)

I went to my son's graduation this weekend, and I heard a great quote I've never heard before from Albert Einstein. It was that the greatest danger to the world is not the bad people but it's the good people who don't speak out.

Don't be afraid of opposition. Remember, a kite rises against not with the wind.

Do you fear the force of the wind, The slash of the rain? Go face them and fight them, Be savage again. Go hungry and cold like the wolf, Go wade like the crane: The palms of your hands will thicken, The skin of your cheek will tan, You'll grow ragged and weary and swarthy, But you'll walk like a man!

Farewell, brave boys, may your guns always salute friends and terrify enemies.

War, he said, quoting John Stuart Mill, was "an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things….A man who has nothing which he is willing to fight for, nothing which he cares more about than he does about his personal safety, is a miserable creature, who has no chance of being free.

The Prophet said that the highest form of struggle (jih?d) is to speak the truth in the face of a tyrant.

There's always light after the dark. You have to go through that dark place to get to it, but it's there, waiting for you. It's like riding on a train through a dark tunnel. If you get so scared you jump off in the middle of the ride, then you're there, in the tunnel, stuck in the dark. You have to ride the train all the way to the end of the ride.

and I was afraid because I knew I had outgrown my past before I could see a path to my future.

Most of all, I pray that no one ever again, in any walk of life, has to go through what I did.

I was being thrown to the wolves. Even though I did something great, nobody wanted to be a part of it. I was so isolated. I couldn't share it. For many years, even after Jackie Robinson, baseball was so segregated, really. You just didn't expect us to have a chance to do anything. Baseball was meant for the lily-white.

Once the record was mine, I had to use it like a Louisville Slugger. I believed, and still do, that there was a reason why I was chosen to break the record. I feel it's my task to carry on where Jackie Robinson left off, and I only know of one way to go about it. It's the only way I've ever had of dealing with things like fastballs and bigotry -- keep swinging at them.

I had many, many, many death threats. I couldn't open letters for a long time, because they all had to be opened by either the FBI or somebody. I couldn't open letters. I had to be escorted. In fact, just recently I went to a funeral, Calvin Wardlaw, who was the detective -- the policeman -- with me for two years, passed away just recently. He and I got to be bosom buddies really, but that was the hardest part. I wasn't able to enjoy -- you know.

Some people resented the fact I was trying to break a white man's record. For a year and a half, I had to stay in another hotel (away from the team) and ate at the hotel in my room.... There were people who wanted to do me harm.

There ain't nobody I'd rather have alongside me in a bar brawl than my mama with a broken beer bottle in her hand.

Osiemnastego wieczorem zebrali?my si? u Anielewicza, ca?a pi?tka, sztab. Ja chyba by?em najstarszy, mia?em dwadzie?cia dwa lata, Anielewicz by? m?odszy o rok, razem, w pi?ciu, mieli?my sto dziesi?? lat.

S?uchaj, moje dziecko. Czy ty wiesz, czym by? chleb w getcie? Bo jak nie wiesz, to nigdy nie zrozumiesz, dlaczego tysi?ce ludzi mog?o dobrowolnie przyj?? i z chlebem jecha? do Treblinki. Nikt przecie? tego dotychczas nie zrozumia?.

Revolutionaries do not make revolutions! The revolutionaries are those who know when power is lying in the street and when they can pick it up.