Quotes related to Isaiah 41:10
Courage is the first of human qualities because it is the quality which guarantees the others.
— Aristotle
All terrible things are more terrible if they give us no chance of retrieving a blunder—either no chance at all, or only one that depends on our enemies and not ourselves. Those things are also worse which we cannot, or cannot easily, help. Speaking generally, anything causes us to feel fear that when it happens to, or threatens, others causes us to feel pity.
— Aristotle
Adventure is worthwhile.
— Aristotle
He wanted to close his eyes and shut out the pearly nothingness that surrounded him, but that was an act of a coward and he would not yield to it.
— Arthur C. Clarke
There was nothing wrong, he reminded himself, with healthy fear; only when it escalated into panic did it become a killer.
— Arthur C. Clarke
Good old Watson! You are the one fixed point in a changing age. There's an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast. But it's God's own wind none the less, and a cleaner, better, stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared.
— Arthur Conan Doyle
The weak man becomes strong when he has nothing, for then only can he feel the wild, mad thrill of despair.
— Arthur Conan Doyle
She entered with ungainly struggle like some huge awkward chicken, torn, squawking, out of its coop.
— Arthur Conan Doyle
A slow and heavy step, which had been heard upon the stairs and in the passage, paused immediately outside the door. Then there was a loud and authoritative tap.
— Arthur Conan Doyle
His eyes shone, and his cheek was flushed with the exhilaration of the master workman who sees his work lie ready before him. A very different Holmes, this active, alert man, from the introspective and pallid dreamer of Baker Street. I felt, as I looked upon that supple, figure, alive with nervous energy, that it was indeed a strenuous day that awaited us.
— Arthur Conan Doyle
How shall I ever forget that dreadful vigil? I could not hear a sound, not even the drawing of a breath, and yet I knew that my companion sat open-eyed, within a few feet of me, in the same state of nervous tension in which I was myself. The shutters cut off the least ray of light, and we waited in absolute darkness.
— Arthur Conan Doyle
So we stood hand-in-hand, like two children, and there was peace in our hearts for all the dark things that surrounded us.
— Arthur Conan Doyle