Quotes About Courage

But I didn't care. Let people judge you. It never changes the truth.

Because that's the thing about hope- you can never kill it yourself.

It's not safe out there," he says, too close to my ear. "Yeah...well..." I look at him. "Maybe it's not safe in here either.

The only way Bex would miss this would be if she were unconscious. And tied up. And locked in a concrete bunker. In Siberia.

You know, it's okay to admit a little weakness now and then, Cammie. It won't kill you. In fact, I hear it makes you stronger.

But that's the thing about being the girl who's spent years convincing the world she's not afraid of anything: At some point, someone is going to find out you're afraid of everything.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words from stupid Russian kidnappers can never hurt me.

The man is strong. He's huge. But Alexei has something to fight for. And i realise with a start that the something is me. - Grace

Maddie shrugged at that. She actually looked like she might start chanting, Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words from stupid Russian kidnappers can never hurt me .

a spy's life isn't about never taking chances. It's about taking chances that are worth the risk.

Mad Dog." Logan cupped her cheeks with his big, warm hands, made her look up into his eyes. "You're my girl," he said, and then he kissed her, right there in front of their school and his Secret Service detail - right in front of the world. So she kissed him back again. And again. And again. Until he pulled back and looked into her eyes. "If anything goes wrong in there, I'll save you." She took his hand. "Not if I save you first.

A lot of people think that being a Gallagher Girl means not being afraid of anything. Actually, that couldn't be further from the truth. It's not about ignoring fear. It's about facing it, knowing the risks and the costs and sacrificing safety and security anyway.

When I took aim at the very place Amirah had been just seconds before and pulled the trigger, I knew the risk. I knew the cost. And I would do it all over again in a heartbeat if I had to.

I am the Girl Who Cried Wolf. And now I am the only one who can save the lambs.

And if you see a bear -" "It's more afraid of me than I am of it," Logan filled in, but Maddie stopped short. "No." She shook her head and looked at him like he might be a moron, which he probably was, "It's not afraid of you. It's a bear! So back away slowly and hope it doesn't want to kill you. Because it can without breaking a sweat." Logan studied her face, then nodded slowly. "Killer bears. Check.

She definitely wasn't going to think about how hot Logan looked because: (A) It was Logan! and (B) She'd heard stories about girls who met cute boys and then lost their heads, and being that they were currently being held by a knife-wielding, ticked-off Russian, Maddie really didn't want to find out how literal that saying might be.

Keep an eye out for caves," she told Logan. "And sometimes you can crawl into the big trees, nest in around the roots. But we have to be careful." "Because of bears?" Logan asked. "And wolves," she said. "Wolves like places like that." "Oh. There are wolves now. Yay," Logan said.

I didn't run away," I said, louder than I intended. "I left… I knew that I wasn't in danger." I looked down at my hands. "I was the danger

I have never been one to fall when I can jump.

But the part I remember most was when a man stepped out onto the high wire, fifty feet about the ground. By the time he reached the other side, five other people had climbed onto his shoulders, but I wasn't watching him—I was too busy starting at my father, who looked on as if he knew what it felt like, up there without a net.

I ease out my third-story window and drop onto the brick ledge below, but I'm not even a little bit afraid. I should be, I know. If I were normal. If I had good sense. If I were sane.

A sane person would be terrified by now, he knew, ranting and rambling and promising to give the man with the gun anything he wanted. But Logan had learned a long time ago that there was nothing you could give a man with a gun to make him happy. Men with guns were only satisfied when they took . And Logan was going to hang on to the last of his self-respect for as long as he possibly could.

I can't help but stare at his swollen eye and bruised jaw. He looks like the god of war, damaged and scarred, but still standing. I'm not thinking as I reach up and gently run a finger across his battered face.

Not if I save you first.