Best 2968 quotes in «hero quotes» category

He behaves the hard chaw, your man there, but he's thick as a plank for stupid.

He had golden-brown hair, the most vivid baby-blue eyes, and a body that belonged on the cover of Men’s Health magazine. Her gaze roamed over his broad shoulders and down his chest.

He had to escape. He had to go and become a hero, the way he had been once.

He had acquired a reputation for possessing a noble character, and even for being something of a hero - or, at least, in the assessment of one contemporary commentator, one of those parties who are able to fulfil the public need in the event of genuine heroes being absent or, for any reason, unpalatable.

He pinned me in place with a direct look, his dark brown eyes smoldering. “You’re Mary Jane,” he said finally. “And you have all these Flash Thompsons and Harry Osborns hovering around you, trying to make a move. Because...you’re basically amazing.

He may be old now, but he is still a hero in their eyes

He loved her when she was angry. And he was convinced it was because she was her most honest in those moments. ~Ruin

He placed his hands to his belt buckle and undid it. “Just be careful, Red. This isn’t a fairytale. No one will save you, if you decide to see how sharp the wolf’s teeth really are.

Heroes don't always have capes, badges or uniforms. Sometimes, they support those who do.

Here's to real heroes, not the ones who carry us off into the sunset but the ones who help us choose our princes." - commentary on Castles on the Sand

Heroes are higher than their vulnerability that is why they are heroes.

Heroes do not speak of their bravery, they let their deeds speak for them.

Heroes are the most wanted and most needed people in the world.

Heroes don't have friends, they have fans.

Heroes give hope.

heroine: a woman of heroic spirit; the principal female person who figures in a remarkable action

Heroes are hero no matter if everybody is watching them or nobody watching them.

Heroism of your father doesn't make you a hero, heroism of you doesn't make your son a hero.

Hero' is not an official status or designation, but if the world recognize you as a hero, it is the highest honor you will ever receive.

Heroes may not live long in years, but they live forever in the stories.

Heroes who shed their blood and lost their lives! You are now lying in the heart of every freedom lover & patriotic person. Therefore rest in peace. And Matshona, yes we will to die rather than kill for our beliefs, we will choose to be a martyr rather than being a murderer. Those martyrs who suffered persecution or death for fighting against captivity, monarchy, indifference, mockery, coldness, insolence, contempt and oppression, we respect you! And those who are overshadowed and ignored but once showed exceptional leadership and heroism, your death will be commemorated.

Her love was old but her methods were original.

Heroes can save the world, but villains can change it.

Heroes may die but they doesn't get tired.

Hero,” said Machaon to his sister who was still muttering to her gods. “Please stop. Surely the gods would have heard you by now … let’s try not to annoy them.

He smiled and captured my hand..... I attempted to pull my hand away. He tightened his grip just a little and kept my hand encased in his. A warmth spread through to me.

He's got more red flags than Soviet Russia.

Her statistics were more than a study... For her, Quetelet was the hero as scientist, and the presentation copy of his Physique Sociale is annotated by her on every page. Florence Nightingale believed—and in all the actions of her life acted upon that belief—that the administrator could only be successful if he were guided by statistical knowledge. The legislator—to say nothing of the politician—too often failed for want of this knowledge.

He smiled at me shyly and took a step closer. I froze, heart pounding, as he put one hand on my cheek and leaned toward me. I swallowed, gazing up at him with what I hoped was an expectant (and not alarmed) expression. He bent his head toward mine and...

He sounds so tired. "I know if there was any choice at all, they wouldn't have left me alone. They would have made sure I was taken care of." In a heartbeat, a thousand memories at once. All the times I knew things I couldn't have known. All the times he was assigned to me. "Julian," I say, "maybe they did.

He was a drool-worthy, panty-drenching, yummy work of masculine art.

He was everything I needed because his entire character had been molded by my deepest wants and desires. He was my rock when I cried, my playmate when I laughed, and my hero when I needed to imagine that one existed for me.

He thought of that heroic Colonel Pontmercy . . . who had left upon every field of victory in Europe drops of that same blood which he, Marius, had in his veins, who had grown grey before his time in discipline and in command, who had lived with his sword-belt buckled, his epaulets falling on his breast, his cockade blackened by powder, his forehead wrinkled by the cap, in the barracks, in the camp, in the bivouac, in the ambulance, and who after twenty years had returned from the great wars with his cheek scarred, his face smiling, simple, tranquil, admirable, pure as a child, having done everything for France and nothing against her.

He wasn't aware of it but when he smiled he looked like an amiable bear. When he didn't smile he didn't look amiable

He who want to be served must first know how to serve.

His lordship preserved his control over himself with a strong effort. After a moment of inward struggle, he said: ‘Drawing the bustle with a vengeance, weren’t you? No, don’t cry! It might have been worse. But what possessed you, you little simpleton, to throw good money after bad? For I know very well you went a second night to that curst hell! Had you no more sense than to allow yourself to be plucked again? Good God! is gaming in your blood?’ ‘Oh, no, no, I am sure it is not, for I was never more uncomfortable in my life! Indeed, I wish I had not gone back, but I did it for the best, Sherry, and truly I thought you would have told me to if I could but have asked you!’ ‘Thought I – thought I – ?’ gasped his lordship. ‘Have you gone mad, Hero?’ ‘But, Sherry, you told me yourself, when your uncle Prosper had been teasing you, that the only thing to be done was to continue playing, because a run of bad luck could not last for ever, and –’ She broke off, alarmed by the expression on his face. ‘Oh, what have I said?’ she cried. ‘It’s what I have said!’ replied Sherry. ‘No, no, don’t look like that, Kitten! It’s all my curst fault! Only I never dreamed you’d pay the least heed – Lord, I might have known, though! Kitten, don’t listen to me when I talk such nonsense!

I already apologized for that.” “No, you didn’t.” “Then I’m sorry.”" “Fuck your sorry.” “Fine. Fuck my sorry.

He was a man. Just a man. Yet, you always knew he'd succeed. He made you be what he wanted you to be.

I am exploring the beautiful world.

I am not a hero, and definitely not a messiah or a political leader and no, I am not a prophet - you know what I am - I am an idiot who thinks that all humans should think of themselves as humans above their tribal labels - I am just a fool, passing through time and space, being an embodiment of help, harmony and humanity.

I am a hero! Are you?" - Chris

I am. That has not changed. I am the villain. I am the one you should curse, not praise. I am no hero. Heroes look to fix what lies before them and head home after the leak is patched. A villain will remain poking and prodding his achievement long after they've won. Evil never sleeps. It's always looking for more ways to expand on its conquest.

I asked my Greek chorus about this sort of hero: the Underappreciated Personification of Resolve.

I can be a hero and a villain all in one night.

He who helps you in your worst moment well deserves to be your best hero!

I didn’t set out to commit a crime. I certainly didn’t set out to hurt anyone. When I was working at Enron, you know, I was kind of a hero, because I helped the company make its numbers every quarter. And I thought I was doing a good thing. I thought I was smart... but I wasn’t. I wake up every morning, and I take out my prison ID card, which I have with me here today. And it makes certain that I remember all the people. I remember that I harmed so many people in what I did. It encourages me to try to do the little things that I can to make amends for what I did.

I am not good enough - now, I am not a hero – still. I may be in the limelight for not being the hero, but I am the only person who can make a hero of myself. I must rise above the fear of failure. Every day, I must analyze my performance & improve. Beginning today, I refuse the option to be mediocre by not wasting any time in waiting, but moving ahead in search of greatness.

I don’t like perfect heroes; I can’t recognize myself in them. I like flawed heroes, like me. I want to see how they struggle with their flaws and in spite of that manage to slay the dragon.

I decided to do the easy task of changing situations and conditions by being a hero, than staying back to do the difficult task of changing people by being just a man.

I don't think there are any true heroes. Just people who ignore their survival instincts long enough to do something incredibly foolhardy.