Quotes About Courage

Now put your shields before your hearts and fight / With hearts more proof than shields. Advance, my fellows!

The world is grown so bad that wrens make pray where eagles dare not perch

And gentlemen in England now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

Lay on, McDuff, and be damned he who first cries, 'Hold, enough!

Muster your wits; stand in your own defence...

The better part of valour is discretion; in the which better part I have saved my life.

O God of battles, steel my soldier's hearts. Possess them not with fear. Take from them now The sense of reckoning ere th' opposed numbers Pluck their hearts from them.

What man I dare, I dare. Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, the armed rhinoceros, or th' Hyrcan tiger; Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves shall never tremble.

Fight till the last gasp.

O, that's a brave man! He writes brave verses, speaks brave words, swears brave oaths, and breaks them bravely

Fear not, Cesario, take thy fortunes up. Be that thou know'st thou art and then thou art as great as that thou fear'st.

William Shakespeare

wert thou as far As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.

A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.

But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?

Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.

Life is better life past fearing death, Than that which lives to fear.

Molto meglio allontanare i rischi che vivere nell'incubo del rischio.

That which in mean men we entitle patience Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.

Coward dogs most spend their mouths when what they seem to threaten runs far before them.

Go, prick thy face and over-red thy fear, Thou lily-livered boy.

O Hero, what a Hero hadst thou been.

Is it physical To walk unbraced and suck up the humors Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick, And will he steal out of his wholesome bed To dare the vile contagion of the night?

Strike up our drums! Pursue the scatter'd stray. God, and not we, hath safely fought to day.