We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another.
Becoming fearless isn't the point. That's impossible. It's learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it.
I might be in love with you. He smiles a little. I'm waiting until I'm sure to tell you, though.
I have a theory that selflessness and bravery aren't all that different.
Sometimes crying or laughing are the only options left, and laughing feels better right now.
A brave man acknowledges the strength of others.
Fear doesn't shut you down; it wakes you up.
People, I have discovered, are layers and layers of secrets. You believe you know them, that you understand them, but their motives are always hidden from you, buried in their own hearts. You will never know them, but sometimes you decide to trust them.
Cruelty does not make a person dishonest, the same way bravery does not make a person kind.
We both have war inside us. Sometimes it keeps us alive. Sometimes it threatens to destroy us.
Then I realize what it is. It's him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.
Sometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them.
No matter how long you train someone to be brave, you never know if they are or not until something real happens.
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