We don’t need wings to be angelsWe don’t need reasons to be rightYour love makes us all betterThat who we really areAngels and heroes at heart

First you be a hero and then raise your child to be a hero.

Stretch yourself a bit to know the difference between humans and heroes.

People are not born heroes or villains; they’re created by the people around them.

I am of certain convinced that the greatest heroes are those who do their duty in the daily grind of domestic affairs whilst the world whirls as a maddening dreidel.

Oggi penso talvolta che il vicino dell’Elefante poteva essere il futuro ufficiale della Gestapo che lo avrebbe torturato durante gli interrogatori. L’Elefante non era fatto per stare in prigione perché membro di una qualche organizzazione...

Someday when we’re older, we’ll learn who to trust. But heroes and saviors, can’t save folks like us.

I’m not a legend or a hero, I don’t slay dragons, I don’t do any of the things that a real hero can. But I can make things better, one day at a time, for...

Heroic dreams are the consolation of the unhappy. After all, when people like us say we’re being heroic, it usually means we’re about to kill each other–or kill ourselves.

It is an extraordinary thing to meet your heroes and find them to be everything you hoped they would be.

Hereos. Idols. They’re never who you think they are. Shorter. Nastier. Smellier. And when you finally meet them, there’s something that makes you want to choke the shit out of them.

‘Tim and Raine are coming in.’ ‘Are they insane?’ ‘Apparently.’

I get depressed with these fluffy dragons and noble elves. Elves were never noble. They were cruel bastards. And I dislike heroes. You can’t trust the buggers. They always let you down. I don’t believe...

If monkey became a man, then a man can become a hero.

If you achieve a success not achieved by anyone else and not possible to achieve by anyone else then you are the hero of your generation.

And you came back to Lyrian?” Galloran said in disbelief.”Believe it or not, I came through the same hippopotamus that brought me here the first time. Jumped into the tank on purpose. I wanted to...

En aquellos días aprendí que nada da más miedo que un héroe que vive para contarlo, para contar lo que todos los que cayeron a su lado no podrán contar jamás.

I like to call her Doctor Fisher.

Most have been forgotten. Most deserve to be forgotten. The heroes will always be remembered. The best. The best and the worst. And a few who were a bit of both.

see, heroes never die. John Wayne isn’t dead, Elvis isn’t dead. Otherwise you don’t have a hero. You can’t kill a hero. That’s why I never let him get older.

Los traidores de hoy pueden ser los héroes del mañana, y viceversa; sobre todo si toman el poder.

I’m bad at picking heroes.

While friends are there to motivate us and keep us pleased. Our enemies are there to annoy us, which makes us work harder to beat them.

I’m just a kid, Chiron,” I said miserably. “What good is one lousy hero against something like Kronos?”Chiron managed a smile. ‘”What good is one lousy hero’? Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain said something like that to...

I have been so very, very fortunate in my life. I’ve met or been in contact with several of my childhood heroes. I’ve interacted with people all over this planet, and even though I couldn’t...

I have a private theory, Sir, that there are no heroes and no monsters in this world. Only children should be allowed to use these words

I never encountered any crisis in life, because I solved my problems before they turned into crisis.

Sometimes the good guy rips out innocent people’s throats. That’s just something the world need to live with if it wants the good guy to keep saving the day.

Poets and heroes are of the same race, the latter do what the former conceive.

Yes, there are plenty of heroes and heroines everywhere you look. They are not famous people. They are generally obscure and modest people doing useful work, keeping their families together and taking an active part...

Even though we don’t admit it, every single one of us aspires to be like somebody, whether they live in the world today, within the bard’s lyrics, or on the pages in the Library

Bet herojų ilgesys išlieka

There are storm clouds before the storm, there are the living before the dead. I need a figurehead, a banner bearer who will announce my arrival to the world.

How important it is for us to recognize and celebrate our heroes and she-roes!

Men have to have heroes, but no man can ever be as big as the need, and so a legend grows around a grain of truth, like a pearl.

And I believe we need heroes, I believe we need certain people who we can measure our own shortcomings by.

You learn eventually that, while there are no villains, there are no heroes either. And until you make the final discovery that there are only human beings, who are therefore all the more fascinating, you...

Heroes are not made. They are born out of circumstances and rise to the occasion when their spirit can no longer coexist with the hypocrisy of injustice to others.

When I was in Auschwitz, I kept asking, why am I here, what did I do wrong? What did my grandfather do wrong? And a young American man, he put me in the right knowledge....

The position of a hero is not for the comparision, it is a reference point

There will never be complete satisfaction in the life, satisfaction is an illusion, there is only heroism.

Because it is on the anvil of pain that the gods forge heroes.

To be heroic is to be courageous enough to die for something; to be inspirational is to be crazy enough to live a little.

What I wanted to express very clearly and intensely was that the reason these people had to invent or imagine heroes and gods is pure fear. Fear of life and fear of death.

Heroes didn’t win. The heroes were whoever happened to win. History told their story — the dead didn’t say a word. All of it was bullshit.

I come in peace unto you; heroes do not need weapons.

Heroes can be sweet.

A dead man who never caused others to die seldom rates a statue.

That is why embittered people find heroes and madmen a perennial source of fascination, for they have no fear of life or death. Both heroes and madmen are indifferent to danger and will forge ahead...

How could I explain why I’d acted that way? How could I explain how scary it was, to find out that I needed her so much? Was I supposed to tell her how she’d changed...