Posts Tagged ‘courage’

courage

Posted: June 30, 2014 in courage
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Courage invented cartography, then the ice ax.

Courage is fear — with a plan.

At the heart of fear is selfishness, at the heart of courage is love.

The wages of courage are failure,  and exhilarating transformation!

Courage is fear, pushed to the rear.

Brave is not a feeling; it’s no ceiling.

Fear won’t compromise; courage gifts the other side.

Both fear and courage pray, only courage gets off its knees.

The courageous are cowards, by fear empowered.

First share your fear, then share your courage.

The very courageous are highly contagious.

All are cowards; a few just refuse to act like it.

bravery

Posted: March 24, 2013 in bravery
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Screw your courage to a job board.

Raise courageous children; take vacations without them.

The soul that’s smart brooks no tart heart.

Cowards cheat; the brave compete.

Bravery lashes down the watery hatches, sets the slashing sails and takes the spinning wheel when no one comes on deck to help.

The very brave fear greatly, then they charge.

For the courageous it will suffice, step to the plate and miss it thrice.

All suffer; the courageous simply weep in a corner more quietly.

Cowards and valiants die many times before their deaths; valiants just break out of their graves and flush their sorry corpses out into the open again faster.

The brave let the irresponsible solve their own problems.

Death’s not a flattened end to fear; it’s a high vaulting premier.

pain

Posted: February 22, 2011 in pain
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Secrets increase pain; relief comes from telling.

Pain debilitates; relief motivates.

Post-pain — great gain.

When the baby cries and when the soul cries, do the same thing — pick it up.

Pain paralyzes one; it energizes another.

Pain — it is the world’s oldest muse.

The suffering of one is the suffering of all.

Hidden sin is public torment.

In pitch black emotional brokenness, grace runs through the cracks.

The first step toward recovery is over the cliff.

Time is the gift we give the suffering.

Pain is like alcohol: The first couple of hits are noticed most by the recipient; after that the effects are the most obvious to the observer.

The image of God is seen in the faces of the suffering.