1,474 Quotes About Hero

You will have relatively less problems to solve, if you don't confuse problems with inconveniences.

By doing ordinary actions efficiently you will become the best among ordinary, but you will not be an extraordinary.

I decided to do the easy task of changing situations and conditions by being a hero, than staying back to do the difficult task of changing people by being just a man.

Oh, he did look like a deity – the perfect balance of danger and charm, he was at the same time fascinating and inaccessible, distant because of his demonstrated flawlessness, and possessing such strength of character that he was dismaying and at the same time utterly attractive in an enticing and forbidden way.

Speaking of luck, Isabelle Lightwood is a total babe. Actually, she's better than a babe: She's a hero. She came all the way here to tell the world you were hers. You're telling me she doesn't know another hero when she sees one? You're going to figure out what you're doing here. Isabelle Lightwood believes in you, and for what it's worth, I do too.

I am not good enough - now, I am not a hero – still. I may be in the limelight for not being the hero, but I am the only person who can make a hero of myself. I must rise above the fear of failure. Every day, I must analyze my performance & improve. Beginning today, I refuse the option to be mediocre by not wasting any time in waiting, but moving ahead in search of greatness.

If you are not the hero of your own story, then you're missing the whole point of your humanity.

We call that real problem the SHARD OF GLASS. It's a psychological wound that has been festering beneath the surface of your hero for a long time. The skin has grown over it, leaving behind an unsightly scar that causes your hero to act in the way they act and make the mistakes that they do (flaws!). You, as the author and creator of this world, have to decide how this shard of glass got there. Why is your hero so flawed? What happens to them to make them the way they are?

Like a rite of lifeI take a book in my hands.In it the earth burns, scorched,the syllables,the verses,the mythical horizon blinded by the sun.El Cid rides, lost in words,way of the poem and exile.The steppe is a bonfire of fire and loneliness.The hero and his hosts are already smoke.