Book About Being Brave Novels & Stories

'There’s a difference. My reflection blurs. I’m not crying. I refuse to cry before I even try. My hands are trembling but I force them steady. Brave isn’t the absence of fear. Brave is knowing every reason you should stop… and doing it anyway.

“Knowing that something is dangerous, makes a person cautious, not cowardly.” “I did not say you were a coward,” she stroked her hands up his chest and looped them behind his neck. “I know that you are not. By your own admission, coming onto land is all but a death sentence to a Mer. You swam upstream to investigate a danger, knowing the risks. You fought for survival, pulling yourself to land when the water became too dangerous. You had to have been terrified when I appeared with a gun and pulled you to shore. You were brave in not attacking me when I took you into my house. And you were brave in continuing your investigation of the poison in the water and travelling on the land with me. I

she begins, unwrapping a granola bar, "most people would be curled up in the nurse’s office crying after what you did." I flinch. "I didn’t mean to-" "I didn’t say it was bad." Her voice is even. Calm. "You protected me." I glance at her. "They wouldn’t have hurt you, not really." Rhea raises a brow. "You think so? That fang girl’s been a problem for months. People are just too scared to admit it. But not you." I look down at my hands. "I was scared. Still am." "That’s the thing about fear," she says softly. "It doesn’t cancel out bravery. You can be both."

“But you won’t face it alone. You have one another. You must protect each other.” Syrah lifted her chin, resolve gleaming in her eyes. “We aren’t afraid,” she proclaimed, her little face filled with defiance. “If we need to do this to remain with you and...” She paused briefly, still adjusting to the revelation about her father, “...Dad. Then we’ll do it. We’ll come back safely, I promise.” Tears stung behind my eyes, but I forced a gentle smile. “You’re both incredibly courageous,” I whispered, pulling them tightly into my embrace. “But hear me.....being brave doesn’t mean you’re never frightened. It means continuing forward even when fear exists.”

I used to always know what he was thinking, but not anymore. "You're brave too, Mae," he says finally. I snort a laugh. "Not this kind of brave." I mean, the main reason I'm even here right now is that I'm not brave enough to face the people back home. "Maybe there are different kinds of bravery," he says. "But you don't have to move to a big city to be brave. Mae, since we were kids you've never been afraid to say exactly what you mean - exactly what you think. It might seem like a small thing to you, but for most people, that takes a lot of courage. Especially after growing up in a place like Haverton."

The two boys look decidedly gray as they stare out at the wreckage. Father’s voice echoes in my memory. I put my hands on both of their shoulders. “You can’t be brave if you aren’t scared.” One of them nods. “And right now, the kingdom needs you to be brave, so feel free to be as scared as you like.” The other looks up at me. “What if I can’t be brave after that?” “You can.” I tousle his dark hair. “Being scared, as big and out loudly as you need to be, makes being brave much easier.”

"You've survived multiple destructions. Travis's betrayal, the kidnapping, Philippe's fraud. Each time you rebuild stronger. That's not weakness. That's extraordinary resilience." "Or stupidity for keeping trying." "It's courage. Real courage isn't fearlessness. It's being afraid and doing it anyway." By the fifth day, I felt different. My blood pressure had stabilized. The constant anxiety had eased. I could breathe without feeling like I was drowning. We visited Shakespeare and Company, the famous bookshop. I found a parenting book and hesitantly bought it. "First baby preparation purchase?" Lucien asked. "I guess it is. Seems real now. Scary but real."

So, she quickly put on a bright smile and hugged me. She praised, "Look at you! This is such an improvement. You used to endure everything in silence. But now, you surprised everyone by fighting back so bravely." The baby said proudly from my belly, "Thanks to me, Mommy is finally able to leave that scumbag dad behind!" I couldn't help but laugh. "Stop teasing me. It's all thanks to my baby that I finally found the courage to fight back." At the mention of the child, Amelie's expression turned slightly uneasy.

She said in a half way as she steps the the front and looks at everyone's face. "Believe" "That is the only thing you need, at first you believe you can learn it" She said as the book was still moving around her unstoppably. "One more thing you must know very well about this book?" She said as she folds her arms. "Before making use of these books you must be aware that this book only associate with the brave and bold" She said as she started moving around them as she walks straight to Tina at her line and looks at her. "You must learn to be brave and bold in other to work well with the book of chaos"

AYA‌NA: “I’m sc⁠ared, Daddy. I⁠’m trying to b⁠e brave like you and Mama want, but I⁠’m really scared.” AMO‌N: (p⁠ulling her close)‍ “Being scared doesn’t mean you’re not brave‍. Brave m‌eans doing hard thin⁠gs‌ even when you​’re terrified. You’re the​ b‌ravest perso‍n I know.” AYANA: “Braver than Mama when s⁠h‍e we⁠nt to Kigali?”