No matter how long you train someone to be brave, you never know if they are or not until something real happens.

He must have stood there for a long time, making a list of all the terrible things he had done—almost killinng me was one of those thingss—and another list of all the good, heroic, brave things he had not done, and then decided that he was tired. Tired, not just of living, but of existing. Tired of being Al.

I am proud. It will get me into trouble someday, but today it makes me brave

Is it selfish for me to crave victory or is it brave?

My body rises with the water. Instead of kicking my feet to stay abreast of it, I push all the air from my lungs and sink to the bottom. The water muffles my ears. I feel its movement over my face. I think about snorting the water into my lungs so it kills me faster, but I can't bring myself to do it. I blow bubbles from my mouth. Relax. I close my eyes. My lungs burn.

We believe that preparation eradicates cowardice, which we define as the failure to act in the midst of fear.

I can pretend to be brave, but I'm not

Being selfless is not that different from being brave. It is when you are selfless that you are the bravest.

Dauntless: being brave in the midst of fear.