Quotes About Hero

Some would assert that Providence was at work shaking out its pockets in Humanity's lap. Other would argue for that mindless choreographer, Chance. Either way it was a simple thing: a lost diary fell into the hands of a soul-sick war hero on a train from Bombay to Jaipur just when he'd grown tired of the scenery and needed something to keep his thoughts from the minefield of his wretched thoughts. In such mild ways is the groundwork laid for first kisses and ruined lives.

He realized that all this time he'd been looking to the Godslayer as a hero, not a man, but that heroes, whatever else they are, are also men - and women - and prey to human troubles just like anybody else.

This is the deepest wish of my heart?" "Sure," Magnus said. "Your father, proud of you. You, the hero of the hour. Me, loving you. Everyone approving of you." Alec looked over at Jace. "Okay, what about the Jace thing?" Magnus shrugged. "I don't know. Thet part's just weird.

They need a muse," said Anna. "Someone to be inspired by. Someone to know their secrets. Would you like to be a muse?" "No," said Cordelia. "I would like to be a hero.

Speaking of luck, Isabelle Lightwood is a total babe. Actually, she's better than a babe: She's a hero. She came all the way here to tell the world you were hers. You're telling me she doesn't know another hero when she sees one? You're going to figure out what you're doing here. Isabelle Lightwood believes in you, and for what it's worth, I do too.

I was better than a punk. I was a protaganist.

But the story is no good without a villain. It can't feel true without a villain. Otherwise, everything would already be as it ought to be, yes? Someone has to be at fault. And if you are the hero, it stands to reason that folk who do not look like you or talk like you or like to eat the same things you like to eat must be the villains. After all, the world is easy and simple, is it not?

I belong in the refrigerator. Because the truth is, I'm just food for a superhero. He'll eat up my death and get the energy he needs to become a legend.

Kochiyama had a compulsion to help others, and was adamant that she not be the center of attention, which was admirable but also gave me pause; made me question if there was something inherently Asian and female about her selflessness, which probably betrays my own internalized chauvinism and my own rather predictable preference for the melancholic poet or the messianic hero rather than organizers, like Kochiyama, who worked tirelessly behind the scenes.

The Great Bitch is the deadly female, a worthy opponent for the omnipotent hero to exercise his powers upon and through. She is desirous, greedy, clever, dishonest, and two jumps ahead all the time. The hero may either have her on his side and like a lion-tamer sool her on to his enemies, or he may have to battle for his life at her hands.

The hero worship had just become obvious. He felt that he ought to be resenting it. All the same, the whiff of incense was not unsweet in his nostrils. Rather the reverse.

A good novel tells us the truth about its hero; but a bad novel tells us the truth about its author.

A good novel tells you the truth about its hero but a bad novel tells you the truth about its author.

But the hero lets the future take care of itself, because he knows the future never actually arrives. In reality, all there ever is, is one moment moving naturally and gracefully into the next, with or without the mind's ceaseless thoughts.

Beliefs can't change reality, even though they change one's experience of it. To be helpful, beliefs have to reflect reality accurately. The ego tries to change reality with its faulty beliefs—its shoulds and coulds—while the hero doesn't bother with beliefs that aren't true. He knows that only the ones that stand up to experience and match reality work and are useful.

The hero noticed that if he let love, excitement, and joy lead him, he would be happy and find his way to greater love, peace, and happiness. He discovered that love is both the path and the reward of following the path.

One crucial thing to keep in mind as you read any Hebrew narrative is the presence of God in the narrative. In any biblical narrative, God is the ultimate character, the supreme hero of the story.

Put on a fireman's uniform and walk past the fire because it's your lunch break, and you are dead. Grab a bucket and start throwing water over the blaze and you are seen to be God's little helper.

Ruth Graves Wakefield, inventor of the chocolate chip cookie — and the greatest hero in American history!

Hug a firefighter and feel warm all over.

It's Friday night — time to be a hero and rescue some wine trapped in a bottle!

Thinking keeps the adventures of life bottled in your head. Action makes you a hero.

Perhaps everybody has a garden of Eden, I don't know; but they have scarcely seen their garden before they see the flaming sword. Then, perhaps, life only offers the choice of remembering the garden or forgetting it. Either, or: it takes strength to remember, it takes another kind of strength to forget, it takes a hero to do both.

It takes strength to remember, it takes another kind of strength to forget, it takes a hero to do both. People who remember court madness through pain, the pain of the perpetually recurring death of their innocence; people who forget court another kind of madness, the madness of the denial of pain and the hatred of innocence; and the world is mostly divided between madmen who remember and madmen who forget. Heroes are rare.