Quotes About Courage

Prince Andrey glanced at Kutuzov, and unconsciously his eyes were caught by the carefully washed seams of the scar on his temple, where the bullet had gone through his head at Ismail, and the empty eyesocket, not a yard from him. "Yes, he has the right to speak so calmly of the destruction of these men," thought Bolkonsky.

Send anyone who preaches war to a special frontline legion -into the assault, into the attack, ahead of everyone.

So others are even more afraid than I am!" he thought. "So that's all there is in what is called heroism! And heroism! And did I do it for my country's sake? And how was he to blame, with his dimple and blue eyes? And how frightened he was! He thought that I should kill him. Why should I kill him? My hand trembled. And they have given me a St. George's Cross… . I can't make it out at all.

Tushin did not tell him that there were no covering troops, though that was the plain truth. He was afraid to let down another officer that way and silently, with fixed eyes, looked straight into Bagration's face, as a confused student looks into his examiner's eyes.

No tenía miedo, no porque se hubiera acostumbrado al fuego - nunca el hombre puede acostumbrarse al peligro -, sino porque sabía dominar su alma.

Cowardice is knowing what you should do and then not doing it. Confucius

Como se através de uma janela aberta num quarto abafado soprasse de repente um ar fresco do campo, assim também soprou, no abatido estado-maior de Kutúzov, a mocidade, a energia e a convicção da vitória que vinham daquela juventude radiosa que chegara a galope.

A little further on, you see an old soldier changing his linen. His face and body are of a sort of cinnamon-brown color, and gaunt as a skeleton. He has no arm at all; it has been cut off at the shoulder. He is sitting with a wideawake air, he puts himself to rights ; but you see, by his dull, corpse-like gaze, his frightful gaunt-ness, and the wrinkles on his face, that he is a being who has suffered for the best part of his life.

What is courage—that quality respected in all ages and among all nations? Why is this good quality—contrary to all others—sometimes met with in vicious men? Can it be that to endure danger calmly is merely a physical capacity and that people respect it in the same way that they do a man's tall stature or robust frame? Can a horse be called brave, which

I'm not one of those men who submit to uneasiness and worry without having the force of character to face them. "I must think it over, come to a decision, and put it out of my mind," he said aloud.

Vous êtes blessé?" Napoleon had asked him. "Je vous demande pardon, sire, je suis tué," the adjutant had replied. And with these words he had fallen from his horse and had died instantly.

War is not courtesy but the most horrible thing in life; and we ought to understand that, and not play at war.

No, I can't argue with them; they wear impenetrable armour, while I'm naked.

Your whole life should be lived as a heroic deed

Not only does a good army commander not need any special qualities, on the contrary he needs the absence of the highest and best human attributes—love, poetry, tenderness, and philosophic inquiring doubt. He should be limited, firmly convinced that what he is doing is very important (otherwise he will not have sufficient patience), and only then will he be a brave leader. God forbid that he should be humane, should love, or pity, or think of what is just and unjust.

And should there be nothing left but to die?" he thought. "Well, if need be, I shall do it no worse than others.

If there were no magnanimity in war, we'd go to it only when it was worth going to certain death, as now. . . . We must take this terrible necessity sternly and seriously. That's the whole point: to cast off the lie, and if it's war it's war, and not a game.

He imposes the cross. He also gives the strength

War is not courtesy but the most horrible thing in life; and we ought to understand that and not play at war. We ought to accept this terrible necessity sternly and seriously. It all lies in that: get rid of falsehood and let war be war and not a game.

People speak of misfortunes and sufferings," remarked Pierre, "but if at this moment I were asked: 'Would you rather be what you were before you were taken prisoner, or go through all this again?' then for heaven's sake let me again have captivity and horseflesh! We imagine that when we are thrown out of our usual ruts all is lost, but it is only then that what is new and good begins. While there is life there is happiness. There is much, much before us. I

The third escape is that of strength and energy. It consists in destroying life, when one has understood that it is an evil and an absurdity.

you'll see awful scenes, which shake the soul, you'' see the war, not in correctly, beautifully likable line with music and drums, with raised flags and proudly generals on horses, but in its true image - in blood, sufferings and death.

A youth doesn't bother a man to be brave.

An Austrian punctuality combined with Russian bravery