Quotes About Courage

Here's what I think," I say and my voice is stronger and my thoughts are coming, thoughts that trickle into my Noise like whispers of the truth. "I think maybe everybody falls," I say. "I think maybe we all do. And I don't think that's the asking." I pull on her arms gently to make sure she's listening. "I think the asking is whether we get back up again.

Is it because hope is scary?' my father asked. I looked back at him, startled. 'You think so, too?' He smiled, full of love. 'Hope is terrifying, Viola,' he said. 'No one wants to admit it, but it is.

Not one of them lifting a hand to save theirselves from what's coming, hoping if they're meek enough, if they're weak enough, then the monster won't eat 'em.

Hope is terrifying, Viola," he said. "No one wants to admit it, but it is.

The devil always outnumbers his foes," he said. "Even if he is alone.

Y él supo que era entonces. Supo que de verdad no había vuelta atrás. Que iba a pasar, independiente de lo que él quisiera, independiente de lo que sintiera. Y supo también que lo iba superar. Sería terrible. Mucho más que terrible. Pero sobreviviría

hope may be the thing that pulls you forward, may be the thing that keeps you going, but that it's dangerous, too, that it's painful and risky, that it's making a dare to the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?

If you hear what I say and still wish yourself there, wish yourself a hero, wish yourself a hunter, then either I have failed in my telling or you are a fool.

So what do I do?" he finally asked. You do what you did just know, the monster said. You speak the truth. "That's it?" You think it's easy? The monster raised two enormous eyebrows. You were willing to die rather than speak it.

And a part of you wished it would just end, said the monster, even if it meant losing her. Conor nodded, barely able to speak.

Du schreibst die Geschichte deines Lebens nicht mit Worten, sagte das Monster. Du schreibst sie mit Taten. Es ist nicht wichtig, was du denkst. Wichtig ist nur, was du tust.

You'll stay?" Conor whispered to the monster, barely able to speak. "You'll stay until…" I will stay, the monster said, its hands still on Conor's shoulders. Now all you have to do is speak the truth.

soft man who made himself a hard man by drinking whisky in the classroom

The words you say tell me you are scared of the berries, but your actions seem to suggest otherwise.

No tienes miedo, ¿eh? - No –dijo Conor-. Por lo menos, no de ti. El monstruo entrecerró los ojos. - Ya lo tendrás –dijo-. Antes del final.

Y cómo se supone que eso me salvará a mí de ella? El monstruo se puso de pie cuan largo era, y miró a Conor desde las alturas. - No es de ella de quien necesitas salvarte.

But there are harder things than being invisible, it said

Si dices la verdad –le susurró el monstruo al oído-, podrás enfrentarte a todo lo que venga.

Remember," he says. "Hope.

A monster, I think, remembering what Ben told me once. War makes monsters of men. "Wrong," says the Mayor. "It's war that makes us men in the first place. Until there's war, we are only children.

There's hope at the bottom of the biggest waterfall. And maybe it don't hurt so much after all.

But in my chest, there was still fear, and I didn't know which kind it was. Fear with hope, or fear without it.

The monster showed up just after midnight. As they do. Conor

_Of course you are afraid_, the monster said, pushing him slowly forward. _And yet you will still do it._