Quotes About Courage

you have enemies? Good. That means you've stuck up for yourself sometime in your life.

How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,By all their country's wishes bless'd!

Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain, whether of our worth or worthlessness, we are almost impervious to fear.

There is in true beauty, as in courage, something which narrow souls cannot dare to admire.

Toil for the brave! The brave that are no more.

The man that dares traduce, because he can with safety to himself, is not a man.

Toll for the brave—The brave! that are no more;All sunk beneath the wave,Fast by their native shore!

If my resolution to be a great man was half so strong as it is to despise the shame of being a little one...

He has no hope who never had a fear.

If the world like it not, so much the worse for them.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break In blessings on your head.

En apariencia abandonado y solo, escucho el león rugir: y toda puerta se cierra menos una, y esa es la puerta de la misericordia

Ernst von Paulus,

No man of woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny.

Ah! never shall the land forget How gushed the life-blood of her brave -

If there must be madness, something may be said for having it on a heroic scale." John Kenneth Galbraith quoted in Money and Power

Crossing the Black Water

Few, few shall part where many meet, The snow shall be their winding sheet; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.

One woman, however, was spared. Both Miran and his father asked for the hand of the famously beautiful Lutf un-Nissa. 'But she declined and sent this reply: "having ridden an elephant before, I cannot now agree to ride an ass."'87

Difficulties are meant to rouse, not discourage. The human spirit is to grow strong by conflict.

Difficulties are meant to rouse, not discourage.

The heart of standing is that you cannot fly.

Out of the night that covers me,Black as the Pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable soul.In the fell clutch of circumstance,I have not winced nor cried aloud;Under the bludgeonings of chanceMy head is bloody, but unbowed.

No religion is a true religion that does not make men tingle to their finger tips with a sense of infinite hazard.