Terry Wogan Quotes

Whither depart the souls of the brave that die in the battle, Die in the lost, lost fight, for the cause that perishes with them?

Send me six hundred men who know how to die

‘Tis better to have fought and lost, Than not to have fought at all.

Knights die in battle,” Catelyn reminded her. Brienne looked at her with those blue and beautiful eyes. “As ladies die in childbed. No one sings songs about them.

Men want a battle to fight, an adventure to live, and a beauty to rescue. That is what is written in their hearts. That is what little boys play at. That is what men's movies are about. You just see it. It is undeniable.

I've got so many weaknesses.

Battle is the most magnificent competition in which a human being can indulge. It brings out all that is best; it removes all that is base. All men are afraid in battle. The coward is the one who lets his fear overcome his sense of duty. Duty is the essence of manhood.

This thing of being a hero, about the main thing to it is to know when to die.

The sense of war, the extraordinary bravery of the Allied armies, the numbers, the losses, the real suffering that disappears in time and commemorative oratory, are not marked out in any red guidebook of the emotions, but they are present if you look.

It takes a hero to be one of those men who goes into battle.

Men, today we die a little.

To die for one's country is such a worthy fate that all compete for so beautiful a death.

Part of the American dream is to live long and die young. Only those Americans who are willing to die for their country are fit to live.

I am not a hero.

You shall hear a good account of me or of my death.

You don't send a man to his death because you want a hero.

September 11th has produced only miniature heroes because our culture has freed itself from many of the old, dangerous, elitist fantasies of heroism... But in so doing, we have not only tamed and diminished heroes. We have risked taming and diminishing ourselves.

We make mistakes, we have our faults, and God knows some of us have more than our share, but when danger threatens and duty calls, we go smiling to our own funeral.

A common soldier will make an empire, but he will eventually meet his fate and be condemned to the Great Rock.

I'm no hero. Heroes don't come back. Survivors return home. Heroes never come home. If anyone thinks I'm a hero, I'm not.

Give me a character that has an heroic quality, and I'll go there.

The soldiers that didn't come back were the heroes. It's a roll of the dice. If a bullet has your name on it, you're a hero. If you hear a bullet go by, you're a survivor.

The real heroes were my good buddies who died during the battles.

I knew many Marines had done brave deeds that no one saw and for which they got no medals at all. I was having a very hard time carrying those medals and didn't have the insight or maturity to know what to do with my combination of guilt and pride.

But we have been to the Pole and we shall die like gentlemen. I regret only for the women we leave behind.