Heroes and cowards feel exactly the same fear. Heroes just react to it differently.
Cowards live for the sake of living, but for heroes, life is a weapon, a thing to be spent, a gift to be given to the weak and the lost and the weary, even to the foolish and the cowardly.
Some people are cowards... I think by and large a third of people are villains, a third are cowards, and a third are heroes. Now, a villain and a coward can choose to be a hero, but they've got to make that choice.
You don't raise heroes, you raise sons. And if you treat them like sons, they'll turn out to be heroes, even if it's just in your own eyes.
Cowards suffer, heroes enjoy.
The hope of immortality makes heroes of cowards.
The cowards think of what they can lose, the heroes of what they can win.
The bigger size of the weight class, guys are going to get tired a little bit quicker. They get tired to where they can't even keep their hands up in the fourth and fifth round.
Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes.
Heroes and cowards feel the same fear and action creates opportunities.
Would we be the heroes or the cowards of the piece? Would we follow orders or stick to our principles, if those two things ever conflicted? Would we be the brave ones who still found the capacity for love - and for laughter - even while we were terrified?
Taro taught me that people respect spirit, but even cowards don't respect cowards.
Heroes are not known by the loftiness of their carriage; the greatest braggarts are generally the merest cowards.
Great occasions do not make heroes or cowards; they simply unveil them to the eyes of men.
Death, after all, is the common expectation from birth. Neither heroes nor cowards can escape it.
The greatest braggarts are usually the biggest cowards.