#hero

Don't you get it? Can you imagine the...the heroism? That's what grace is all about. He didn't even think for one second about himself. All he thought about was that little girl, and saving her life. ↗

— Charles Sheehan-Miles

#heroism #war #imagination

On some such night as this she remembered promising to herself to live as brave and noble a life as any heroine she ever read or heard of in romance, a life sans peur et sans reproche; it had seemed to her then that she had only to will, and such a life would be accomplished. And now she had learnt that not only to will, but also to pray, was a necessary condition in the truly heroic. Trusting to herself, she had fallen. ↗

— Elizabeth Gaskell

#heroic #individual-will #noble #prayer #strength

I learned that it's okay to feel the way I do: that my life has no meaning unless I have a boyfriend. A real man is like the perfect vampire-boy and all the perfect guys in Twue Wuv. ↗

— Jess C. Scott

#anti-twilight #dark-humor #drugs #gluttony #heroin

Each one of us has the power — and must develop the will — to be the hero of his own life. We believe in goals, in purposes, in achievement and in the joy of living. ↗

— Andrew Bernstein

#life

Be a hero or enjoy fucking life, don’t try to be bunch of stupid flesh acting as normal humans. ↗

— M.F. Moonzajer

#stupidity #life

Tragic heroes are failed pragmatists. Their ends are unrealistic and their means are impractical. ↗

— Adam Phillips

#pragmatism #life

And, for the gods sake, don't waste the whole day working! Make time for a bit of adventure dear. This life is only so long. ↗

— Adrastus Rood

#adventure-fantasy #fantasy #manly-hero #work #life

Heroes didn't leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an outstretched hand; they didn't wear boots and capes. They bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving. Heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else's. And maybe that one act could lead someone to rescue you right back. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#heroism #love

She leaned forward and caught at his hand, pressing it between her own. The touch was like white fire through his veins. He could not feel her skin only the cloth of her gloves, and yet it did not matter. You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#fire #love #tessa-gray #will-herondale #love

Love potions? For Will Herondale? T’aint my way to turn down payment, but any man who looks like you has got no need of love potions, and that’s a fact. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#will-herondale #love