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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"The bravest are the tenderest. The loving are the daring."

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"The bravest are the tenderest. The loving are the daring."

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"Be as fierce as a lion. Let the world hear you roar."

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"Courage is to walk hand in hand with the fear!"

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"Gabriel Oak: "It's time for you to fight your own battles... and win them too."

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"We don't move with our legs and arms, but with courage and will power."

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"The less courage you have, the more dwarf you shall be; the more courage you have, the more giant you shall be!"

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"Courage without conscience is a wild beast."

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"I don't so much mind looking back on having lost the election, or having been denied a role in the play, or having had my novel repeatedly rejected, or having been turned down for a date, or recalling laughter at my expense when I attempted some silly challenge. Those things simply prove that I lived life. What I do mind, however, is looking back on the lost opportunities where imagined concerns kept me from even trying-lose or win. I've learned that there is no regret in a brave attempt, only in cowering to fear."

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"So I forced myself to step out of my comfort zone and go out and connect with people. I realised that no one knew me here. I could become whoever I wanted to be for these people, and that became my courage."

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"I tell myself I am brave and yet, I still fear change. I guess it's time to face that fear."

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"Be brave. Take risks. Nothing can substitute experience."

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"It is too late! Ah, nothing is too lateTill the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.Cato learned Greek at eighty; SophoclesWrote his grand Oedipus, and SimonidesBore off the prize of verse from his compeers,When each had numbered more than fourscore years,And Theophrastus, at fourscore and ten,Had but begun his Characters of Men.Chaucer, at Woodstock with the nightingales,At sixty wrote the Canterbury Tales;Goethe at Weimar, toiling to the last,Completed Faust when eighty years were past,These are indeed exceptions; but they showHow far the gulf-stream of our youth may flowInto the arctic regions of our lives.Where little else than life itself survives."
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"And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, and silently steal away."
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"If Spring came but once in a century, instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake, and not in silence, what wonder and expectation there would be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change! But now the silent succession suggests nothing but necessity. To most men only the cessation of the miracle would be miraculous and the perpetual exercise of God's power seems less wonderful than its withdrawal would be."
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"Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone."
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"Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat."
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