Novel & Cerita Courageous Poetry

That is what had made me fight every time, that sound - steady, innocent. I took up my note book once more, and wrote three more lines under the previous one. When truth is told it becomes many. Courage isn’t loud. Tomorrow, I start again. The page contained small words that had weight. It was thunder grumbling in the distance. Another storm was coming. However, this time I was not frightened by it.

And lastly, you mortal, you think you can scare me with rain and constant thunderstorms, you have failed, and mind you that can't work for me over my dead body will I be scared of you That's why I love this precious quote "To me, “FEARLESS '' is not the absence of fear. It’s not being completely unafraid. To me, FEARLESS is having fears. FEARLESS is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, FEARLESS is living despite those things that scare you to death. FEARLESS is falling madly in love again, even though you’ve been hurt before. FEARLESS is walking into your freshmen year of high school at fifteen. FEARLESS is getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again… even though every

“Every step. No more hiding.” They lingered there, suspended between past pain and future promise, realizing that courage wasn’t always explosive or heroic. Sometimes, courage was quiet, in the acknowledgment of vulnerability, in the willingness to take the first step into trust, in letting hope thread its way through their lives when everything else seemed uncertain.

She placed a hand over her chest. "It gave me purpose." Several warriors nodded. Others lowered their heads respectfully. Leah's voice strengthened. "I know many of you are afraid despite the grunts and chatter.." The honesty surprised some of them. Warriors rarely admitted fear, leaders even less. "I am afraid too." The admission rippled through the gathering. "But courage is not the absence of fear." Her voice rose. "Courage is choosing to stand anyway." A roar of approval answered her. I folded my arms unable to stop the faint grin threatening to appear.

When the going gets tough, the tough is expected to get going It becomes more difficult in a world where you haven't found your footing How can you strive for greatness,when your identity is unknown How can you rally people to your cause, when we all have a fear for the unknown Amidst all situations, there's only so much that one can actually shoulder But please don't give up now, be brave my soldier The road they say is long and lonely, narrow and scary I don't mind if it tarries, cause what's at the end makes it worth it. Jane: Life is full of challenges. Economic difficulties, serious illnesses, family problems, and political unrest plague people on a daily basis. How a person faces each

I am always afraid of everything. I get up. I go to the window. I look at the garden. I look at the snow. I look at the little house at the bottom. I look at the light in his window. I look at his shadow moving, coming, going, waiting, hoping, loving. And I tell myself that this is courage. It's not having no fear; it's being afraid and going anyway. It's not having no doubts; it's doubting and choosing anyway. It's not never running; it's running and coming back anyway. It's not never falling; it's falling and getting back up anyway. It's not never suffering; it's suffering and loving anyway. It's not never being broken; it's being broken and continuing anyway. It's not never being lost; it

I finished, biting my lip. Nodding, Alex looked down at the serif words adorning his arm and ran his fingers over them. "Courage," He began, looking back up at me. "Madness forces you to face feelings you normally would suppress and teaches you to find courage.” Repeating his words in my head, I thought about how his definition coincided with mine and how they could easily be translated to everything we had done tonight. Through vulnerability, you learn courage as you're now fully able to confront everything with no barriers to stop

It was the coward's bravado, the pauper's generosity, the gladiator's determination, the stoic's gamble, the meek's confidence, and—the fight to the end, knowing only futility stood in the way.

We were the first breath, the reason the universe learned to inhale and exhale, to feel the sharp joy of beginning and the quiet sorrow of ending, to choose again in the space between. ‎ ‎We felt everything. ‎ ‎Our bloodline had become the universe’s capacity to feel. ‎ ‎Rowan’s descendants had become the keepers of courage, their essence woven into every act of bravery, every moment someone chose to stand when falling would have been easier. They were the ones who stepped into new voids, not to conquer but to understand, their courage a quiet flame that lit the way for others. They taught that courage was not the absence of fear, but the choice to act despite it, the decision to reach out w

I asked, my tone sharp and demanding. “Oh, I’m here. I can see you standing there all on your own, weak and vulnerable,” he said. At his words, my heart started to race even more. I turned around and peered everywhere I could into the darkness until I found his tall silhouette approaching. I hung up the phone and stood there with my hands on my waist as I waited for him while he took his precious time. “I have to give it to you, Lauren,” he started as he finally reached the shed and stood beside me. “You’re even more courageous than anyone gives you courage for. But I don’t know if that’s the right word since courage and foolishness could work hand in hand.”