Courage in the Face of Death Quotes

He that feares death lives not.

When you can despise death, you have conquered all fears.

Once you realise that heroes die, everything becomes that much more terrifying.

Even the stout of heart shrink when they see the approach of death.

Our piety must be weak and imperfect if it do not conquer our fear of death.

Better to die once and for all, than live in continual terror.

Who dares to be intellectual in the presence of death?

Be of good hope in the face of death. Believe in this one truth for certain, that no evil can befall a good man either in life or death, and that his fate is not a matter of indifference to the gods.

I wish to be a martyr, and I don't fear death.

When death captures me," the boy vowed, "he will feel my fist in his face." (31.26)

Manifestly, dying is nothing to a really great and brave man.

When you die, it does not mean that you lose to cancer. You beat cancer by how you live, why you live, and in the manner in which you live.

I know that I shall die struggling for breath, and I know that I shall be horribly afraid. I know that I shall not be able to keep myself from regretting bitterly the life that has brought me to such a pass; but I disown that regret. I now, weak, old, diseased, poor, dying, hold still my soul in my hands, and I regret nothing.

What can they suffer that do not fear to die?

We each cope differently with the specter of our deaths. Some people deny it. Some pray. Some numb themselves with tequila. I was tempted to do a little of each of those things. But I think we are supposed to try to face it straightforwardly, armed with nothing but courage.

Sometimes it isn't fighting that's brave, its facing the death you know is coming.

it so often happens that, when men are convinced that they have to die, a desire to bear themselves well and to leave life's stage with dignity conquers all other sensations.

That is the ultimate power, to stare death in the face and be unafraid.

If we are to be the last of the White men who conquered the world; if we are finally to be overwhelmed by a pack of rats, let us at least face the death of our race as our ancestors faced their death - like man. Let us not crawl down amongst the rats begging for mercy or trying to out-sneak them and pretend to be rats ourselves!

She now knew her death was inevitable, and with that acceptance came liberation. The courage of the condemned.

I think that any time a person comes face-to-face with their own mortality - close enough to Death that they can smell its breath - they have a choice: 1) Fall to pieces; 2) Reassemble yourself and keep walking.

Life must go on, Though good men die.

Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death!

When death captures me,' the boy vowed, 'he will feel my fist on his face.' Personally, I quite like that. Such stupid gallantry. Yes. I like that a lot.

Do we have to stare death in the face to make us stand up and confront Resistance?