Quotes About Courage

I can't do easy anymore. It's too hard on my soul.

Knowing your limits is a strength, not a weakness.

Kim Harrison

You can't stop me. It's the only option we have to get those Weres off Rachel's tail, so unless you have a suggestion, I suggest you shut up.

Lo siento. Takata me miró a los ojos con el ceño fruncido. -Tú padre siempre me dijo que yo era un cabrón egoísta. Y tenía razón. -Tú das algo-dije suavemente-. Lo que pasa es que lo entregas a los extraños por miedo a que, si se los das a las personas que amas, lo puedan rechazar.

Rachel, tienes que dejar de comerte la cabeza o lo echarás todo a perder-dijo su voz de seda gris con la lluvia de fondo-. La cuestión no es si podemos hacerlo, sino si prodremos vivir con la idea de no haberlo intentado.

You cry, you get angry, then you do something about it.

was terrified, and logic meant nothing when you were scared.

had my splat gun, but I wasn't a brave person. I ran away from big-bad-uglies. It increased my life span dramatically.

He fears me because he is small. I will not meet him there. I will not shrink myself down to his size, or anyone else's, for their comfort. For their appeasement. -Cackle by Kim Harrison

I had to start living again, even if it killed me.

Mouse burger," I stated again, arms crossed and hip cocked. "A weenie little man with the courage of a mouse.

Easy," Trent said when I stiffened, and he lifted my chin, reading the strain I'd lived with for the last few hours, the fear. "Why is it harder when those we love are in danger than when it's just us?" he whispered, and I blinked fast. I wasn't going to cry, damn it. I wasn't!

He fears me because he is small. I will not meet him there. I will not shrink myself down to his size, or anyone else's, for their comfort. For their appeasement. -Cackle by Kim Harrsion

Practice . . . thou art my shield and sword.

Hush your fears, my boy, we will get across safe, though it is not going to be easy. No right way is easy in this rough world. We must risk our lives in order to save them.

The dead hand of the past clutches us by way of living people who are too frightened to accept change.

And, you know, you never really summon all of your strength until you know that there's no way back, no way to go but onward.

Why read on? Why pick up their book from the far wall where it has been thrown away in disgust and pain, and read on? Why submit to such cruelty, such bad karma, such bad plotting? The reason is simple: these things happened.

It takes courage to keep love at the center when you know just as well as anyone else the real state of things! It's easy to get angry, anyone can do that. It's making good that's the hard part, it's staying hopeful that's the hard part! It's staying in love that's the hard part.

What was worry, after all, but a kind of fear? It was fear for the future. And in fact the future was bound to bring its share of bad things, there was no avoiding that. So worry was really a hopeless enterprise, in that it could not do anything. It was an anticipation of grief, a nightmare of the future. A type of fear; and she was determined not to be afraid.

It's too bad we only had the courage to live our lives fully in dreams.

To hope without hope, which would be wise, is impossible. —MARCEL PROUST, Les Plaisirs et les Jours

Only a few people in this world were lucky enough to run into their true partners—it took outrageous luck for it to happen, then the sense to recognize it, and the courage to act. Few could be expected to have all that, and then to have things go well. The rest had to make do.