Braveheart Quotes

No one knows what you have been through or what your pretty little eyes have seen, but I can reassure you ~ whatever you have conquered, it shines through your mind.

When you experience loss, people say you’ll move through the 5 stages of grief…. Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance ….. What they don’t tell you is that you’ll cycle through them all every day.

Love is not a weakness. It's the bravest act of our lives.

Every man dies, not every man really lives

Calm down, Braveheart." Gabriel searched through the weapons. "I'm trying to find something not quite as fatal as...a scythe? Really?" Gabriel held the wicked half-moon blade up and looked at Tristan. "What are you, the Grim Reaper?" "Yes. Yes, Gabriel. I'm the Grim Reaper. You caught me. I drive around in my car full of weapons collecting souls.

I said, but I have to go, there are so many places calling my name.

Stay wild, moon child." I will shine my full silver light on your path, Moon child. Trust your intuition and follow your dreams. When I go dark, go within and tend to yourself, set your goals and release what no longer serves. When I come out of the shadow Moon child, go, be brave, and to yourself stay wild and true.

It’s funny how we say a person ‘made’ us when they actually broke us. Sort of like how I say ‘funny’... but I actually mean sad.

I need to stop running back to you in my mind all the time.

Since Stark had come back from the Otherworld, he'd been too weak and out of it to do much more than eat, sleep, and play computer games with Seoras, which was actually a super weird sight, it was like high school meets Braveheart meets Call of Duty.

Healing your wounds will hurt, so cry. Cry your pretty little heart out until you have nothing left to shed, that's how beauty is grown; through the darkest of our days we become the light.

She was a gypsy, as soon as you unravelled the many layers to her wild spirit she was on her next quest to discover her magic. She was relentless like that, the woman didn't need no body but an open road, a pen and a couple of sunsets.

Tink appeared in the open door again, his wings rapidly moving, and in his hands he held a... slingshot? Oh sweet baby Jesus take the wheel. Where did he get a slingshot? Off of Amazon? That didn't matter. The brownie had taken the time to paint his face. One half was red, the other blue. He looked like he wandered off the set of Braveheart. I mouthed the word no at him.

She wore her battle scars like wings, looking at her you would never know that once upon a time she forgot how to fly

I thought it was bad when they made me wear this Jane Austen–suitor outfit, complete with cravat. But you! You look like you just escaped the set of Braveheart.

Well, I always did want to go out in a Braveheart kind of way. I'll just have to think of something cool to yell before they cut my head off.

And the Nac Mac Feegle are, well, they’re like tiny little Scottish Smurfs who have seen Braveheart altogether too many times.

Art is my cure to all this madness, sadness and loss of belonging in the world & through it I'll walk myself home.

She was always fighting a battle but her smile would never tell you so.

She wears it so beautifully doesn’t she, her pain… Always smiling, always positive…. always happy to help… It’s like a garment perfectly tailored to fit the way she carries it… with a touch of grace… and the quietness of that sad smile…. All so you’d never know how heavy it really was.

Contrary to your beliefs, I am stronger then what you give me credit for, but the real lesson here is the knowledge to know I don't owe you an explanation to anything.

Our eyes met and our souls caught on fire.

Did you hear that?" Casper said. "Bats," Cheyenne replied. Casper gasped with horror. "You know I hate bats," he hissed. "Bats bats bats bats bats," Cheyenne said. "Stop it! We're not kids anymore!" Casper shouted. "This way, Braveheart.

They say the truth hurts. And these words hurt more than any I have ever written. But they are the truth – The cold, hard, undeniable truth. Not letting go doesn’t keep him with you. It’s still over. He’s still gone. … And nothing will ever change that.

Americans may say they love our accents (I have been accused of sounding 'like Princess Di') but the more thoughtful ones resent and rather dislike us as a nation and people, as friends of mine have found out by being on the edge of conversations where Americans assumed no Englishmen were listening. And it is the English, specifically, who are the targets of this. Few Americans have heard of Wales. All of them have heard of Ireland and many of them think they are Irish. Scotland gets a sort of free pass, especially since Braveheart re-established the Scots' anti-English credentials among the ignorant millions who get their history off the TV.

You can give illness to her body but you can't take the gypsy out of that girl.

With you in my life I felt like I could conquer anything. It was as if I was on top of the world and even the stars themselves were just within my grasp. But without you …. even getting through the day is hard.

There's something about kindred spirits, you meet them and for a moment this world no matter ugly, makes sense. They bring a sense of freedom and clarity to one conversation; just enough to remind you of who you are.

You are here, alive and awake and for whatever reasons you have fought your battles, it's time to start focusing on what strengths pulled you up when the entire world had knocked you down. That's where the virtue in self grows.

I'd rather have a heart of gold Than all the treasure of the world.

Well, you’re just gonna have to cool your jets. My dad will be up soon and I may not have mentioned that he’s a crack shot with a pistol.” “In that case, how about breakfast instead?” I giggle. “Wise choice, braveheart.” “Don’t tease. How much good would I be to you if I let your dad blow my dick off?

In the game of life; Sometimes we win, Sometimes we loss, Either ways, we should always keep playing.

I have a fear of living a surface kind of life; barely existing, barely touching or tasting anything. That's why you'll always see me giving my all or walking away ~ I'm too full of depth to dance in the middle of anything.

Liam was too Scottish-' 'Oh but so Scottish, Bel! Come on, the bagpipes? The interminable quotations from Braveheart? Anyone who's proud of coming from Scotland obviously has issues-

We describe a person without compassion as “heartless,” and we urge him or her to “have a heart.” Our deepest hurts we call “heartaches.” Jilted lovers are “brokenhearted.” Courageous soldiers are “bravehearted.” The truly evil are “black-hearted” and saints have “hearts of gold.” If we need to speak at the most intimate level, we ask for a “heart-to-heart” talk. “Lighthearted” is how we feel on vacation. And when we love someone as truly as we may, we love “with all our heart.” But when we lose our passion for life, when a deadness sets in which we cannot...

Dare to courageous in life. You have nothing to lose.

How did they go from Braveheart to Brigadoon in less than five minutes?

what once cause catastrophe in my life has now become the catalyst for my direction.

The trouble with Scotland is a bunch of numpties saw Braveheart and now they think if we could only sod about the hills in kilts all day, flashing our arses at the English, somehow everything will be all right.

You know who you are, he said- that intimidates boys but oneday a man will come along and value that exact part in you. - Wise words from my best friend.

Go forward and conquer any mountain on your path.

Braveheart, I want your home to be where I am because my home is wherever you are.

Testosterone poisoning can be fatal, Braveheart." (Delaney to Rowan)

If you want to breed something, breed bravehearts, not soulless racehorses.

Be like the elephant my friend - with a strong character and a gentle soul.

I like life, it's wonderous and chaotic and somewhere in the middle I've created a safe place to do my thing in the world ~ I can't ask for much more & I am already so thankful when everything I got

Your heart is free. Have the courage to follow it.

Let your child see you doing a good deed instead of you telling him or her to do it, and the little child shall one day grow up to become a real kind human being.

The black, the white, the brown, the red, the yellow, the hetero, the homo, the trans, the poor, the rich, the literate, the illiterate, the weak, the strong – all are my sisters and brothers. My life is their life. And till the last breath in my body, I shall be serving you all with all the power in my veins. And beyond death, my ideas shall be serving you for eternity.

Don't just build a career, build a legacy.

If there's one thing I can say when it's my time to look back over my glorious life is I lived, bravely and fiercly in the chaos of it all.

She never allowed the external world to change her soul, that was her magic.

If you have the understanding to first notice the signs, continue with the courage to follow them.

I wasn't worried about myself. I didn't consider the possibility that either of the men could catch me. I was all-star varsity soccer. I was Braveheart in Urban Outfitters. I was Supergirl. I was seriously delusional.

Be brave. Be wild , and stay forever hungry for love , art , knowledge and adventure

Feed your child ideas of peace, harmony and compassion but at the same time give them courage to defend their identity and dignity.

Do not run away from your challenges. You must endure and overcome each challenge.

Let your child be the torch of truth and they shall shine over the entirety of the human society brightening even the darkest corners.

I’ll always look out for you, braveheart.

Not many would fault the modern church for being unloving these days, but unloving is exactly what we are. For if we truly loved God, we would obey Him (John 14:21). If we truly loved the church, we would labor to keep it unstained and unmolested by this world (James 1:27). And if we truly loved the lost, we would introduce them to the God of the Bible who is able to save their souls, and not the pitiful god of our own making who is having a hard time saving anything at all (Psalm 50:21).

Be not scared to sail into the storm, every storm reveals the jewels of life. Be not scared to walk into the dark, your footsteps are the very light the dark is afraid of.

A brave heart doesn't pump coward's blood.

If your heart is conflicted, teach it to be unrestricted.

We need Christians who don’t try to match God’s words to their experience, but rather, whose experience is corrected, elevated, and altered by the Word’s penetrating perfection.

Agony can bring greatness out of a person, but in the process, the person has to walk barefoot on red-hot coal while bleeding from all over the being.

There are two kinds of people in the world - those who make things happen and those who watch things happen.

In the darkest time, I have always believed, the light will shine.

In this human world, the misery of the humans can only be lifted by the humans, who are courageous and conscientious enough to take real actions, instead of meekly hoping and praying for an illusory divine intervention.

Let them learn at school whatever they learn to pass the examinations, but at home let the education that you provide be the kind that widens their perceptions and takes away the germs of prejudices that infect them while they are out in the world.

Every man dies. Not every man really lives.

Mockery is the sincerest form of flattery.

It's not the volume of your voice that matters, it's the content.

Definite purpose, absolute commitment.

There is a gift in experiencing so much tragedy of life from a young age, you gain the wisdom earlier to make better choices for later.

Progress requires sacrifice of security.

The greatest pleasure is in bearing pain for others.

The sun doesn't ask for admiration in return for its light and warmth.

Now is the time that we walk as humans and not as labels. Rise and walk, like did Rosa Parks, MLK, Madiba (Mandela), Honest Abe (Lincoln), Mevlana (Rumi) and many more.

I work to make human beings out of human bodies. I work to make conscience out of mindlessness. I work to make Gods out of obedient worshippers.

Al fin y al cabo, no hace falta ser un Gryffindor y blandir una espada para ser un héroe. A veces solo es necesario poner pasión donde hace falta.

If you say, "let there be light", and then act with all your capacity to make it a reality, only then there will be light and hope in the world.

Victorious you are and victorious you will be, as long as in your psyche you can see yourself as victorious.

Be mad - be drunk - be obsessed, not for a guru, messiah, doctrine or ideology, but for an idea - a novel, original idea with the potential for doing good in the world.

Be strong and courageous, along unfamiliar paths, God will guide you.

Every generation needs caretakers - and the caretaker of your generation is you.

We'd still be living in caves if a few crazy individuals didn't push things forward - change is scary but it's necessary for the progress of a species.

Be a part of the solution O Braveheart, not contributing to the problems.

Dunnottar? Edward? Dear God! She hadn’t merely traveled through time—she’d been dropped smack into the sequel to Braveheart!

Agony of the braveheart delivers humanity the gift of peace and progress.

When I had to leave she kissed me on both cheeks - a thing she had never done before - and said, 'There's just one thing to remember; whatever happens, it does no good to be afraid.' So I promised not to be afraid, and may even have been a fool enough to think I could keep my promise.

I wasn’t brave, or strong, or badass. And all those quirky lines I fed you? A foolish attempt at sounding strong. The truth is: I was just a lost girl. Someone who was clueless on how to get out of the hole she’d dug for herself. I didn’t want to be the way I was. I wanted to be normal.

If you want to bring change, then you must not believe, rather you must perceive - perceive what others can't - imagine what others aren't capable of - and act in a way others wouldn't dare to.

There is something magical and transformational about saying “yes” to God. When you take His hand, step out of that boat (your ordinary, comfortable life), and be brave. Instead of spending your lifetime living in fear and playing it safe, you boldly walk in obedience. God makes you brave.

Modern humans are taught from the childhood that they are weak and sinners. Teach them that they are embodiment of glory and children of immortal strength. Eventually a society full of bravehearts will rise.

There is nothing glorious about creating life out of passionate penetration. Even the animals can do that. The real glory comes when the life you create becomes the help in the lives of countless other humans.

Sow the seeds of weakness and inferiority in the kids and they’ll grow up to be inferior, crawling, insignificant insects. Sow the seeds of courage and they’ll become brave-heart leaders who will one day change the course of human history.

Progress requires sacrifice of security. And the only reason, humanity keeps on progressing, despite the fact that most of the human population do not sacrifice their security, is that, on behalf of the whole humanity, a handful of bravehearts do all the sacrificing and pain- bearing, yet people can’t manage to comprehend that we couldn’t have become the masters of this planet by living a comfortable and secure life. To have great progress, one must sacrifice small pleasures.

Mind you, o braveheart sibling of mine, courage, conscience and compassion, these are the real Trinity of a civilized society. One who has these three flowing in one’s veins, is the one who can build a real world of peace, love and harmony.

You see, Francisco, a warrior isn’t just someone who slays dragons—or Englishmen, like Mel Gibson does in our favorite movie, Braveheart. A warrior can also be a man who takes apart an engine to make soup and then serves it to his brothers, keeping up their spirits with the rising inflections of his voice.

When faced with Death, people lose control of their bodily functions—particularly the majority of those men who are known to be brave-hearted. For this reason, the corpse-strewn battlefields that you’ve depicted thousands of times reek not of blood, gunpowder and heated armor as is assumed, but of shit and rotting flesh.

The path of service is but a thorn-infested trail in the woods - a trail that is not yet made a trail, but simply lies indistinguishable from the rest of the jungle. And the work of a torch-bearer of progress is to make the trail appear and soften the thorns by crushing them with their own footsteps, while bearing an infinite amount of agony.

Start working on your child’s mind. Start building your child’s character. Raise your child as a human being, instead of raising boys and girls. Raise human beings with the religion of love in their hearts. Raise human beings with the language of compassion on their lips. Raise human beings with the color of joy on their face. Raise human beings with the force of bravery in their nerves. And these brave conscientious souls with the flames of compassion in their hearts shall one day change the course of human history.

Society must adapt to diamonds, diamonds don't adapt to society.

The courage to TRY is more important than talent itself.

Those who call you mad will one day worship you, For no great achievement is possible without madness.

Be not scared to walk into the dark, your footsteps are the very light the dark is afraid of.

All progress begins with the brave, not the spineless coward.

Heroes don't stand in line, they set out alone into the unknown and lines form behind them.

Love is not for the emotional or weak. To love is for the brave.

You have the power to move mountains, yet all you are excited about is getting high and getting laid!

Those who mock me today, their children will thank me tomorrow.

Seek no reward, seek no applause, just keep on walking in the course of your cause.

Anybody can draw courage from a hundred people, but when a hundred people draw courage from you, that's greatness.

Every man dies, not every man really lives.

He will see that I am no coward. If he will call for rain then I will give him a tempest.

We must patiently endure the times.

Never, never, give in to fear. It is better to have tried and failed than never trying.

On the outside I smiled and looked okay, on the inside I died slowly and willingly

It takes courage to wait for a God-scripted love story…

An enemy never seems quite as formidable when he is whimpering in chains, so that you forget how he looked sneering at you when you were miserable

The government has incredible powers at its disposal, and when it abuses those powers, someone has to stand up.

She was a true Tanosenk ... a prodigy ... a true unicorn ... and a true warrior. She faced an unfair death. As a tribute to her, this star was named after her.

From each drop of my blood, a thousand humanitarians will be born, to fortify the feeble, to unify the divided, to raise the abandoned and to invigorate the discriminated.

The day the sun starts asking reward for the light and warmth it gives to the world, would be the last day of the sun's existence.

Be not an insect of indifference, be the godzilla of zeal and deeds.

In a thousand years, nobody will remember the naysayers and meek worshippers, but your work will write your name upon the very fabric of time in golden engravings.

Vision is imagination fueled by an indomitable force of determination, dedication and courage.

You shall not be afraid of the adversary. God will be your strong fortress.

If you have faith in all the trinities and apostles in the world, and still have no faith in yourself, there is no salvation for you.

If no one comes, walk alone.

Mind is mightier than muscle.

Agony is a fundamental companion in progress

Concern for the people should burn like the fire of God in your veins.

The strongest souls are the most broken souls.

Don’t be afraid. Ask questions.

They remove to York, that cold and godless place, where not even the devil could get warm.

Stop being the sheep and become the lion my friend!

Whatever you do, do it as a master, not as a slave.

Be great or be dead.

Some people live in 20 years a billion times more than most people live in 80.

Be the solution, not the pollution.

The only thing that stands between dreams and reality is persistence.

We make such plans for our lives, she thinks, and this is the way they turn out, nothing like what we imagine.

If today brings no hope we should plan for tomorrow.

Courage, conscience and compassion, these are the real Trinity of a civilized society.

The world has loads of human bodies to relentlessly want for more and more despite having all. What the world lacks are real human beings, with veins of steel and heart of honey.

Every high ideal appears utopian to the ordinary masses, until they see it manifesting in front of their own eyes.

To have great progress, one must sacrifice small pleasures.

It's better to live for five days as an unconditioned, liberated human being, than to live for a thousand years as a dead, conditioned, second-hand human body.

When you're scared but you still do it anyway, that's brave.

Every time you as an original human take actions outside the norms of the neurotic society, the society most certainly gets baffled and quite instantaneously begins mocking you for your uniqueness.

To build a civilized society is no work of the weak-hearted or the prejudiced, it's the work of the living Gods, it's the work of humans without borders. And to build these humans is the work of my life.

Do not raise creepy crawlers my dear braveheart parents. Raise mighty humans with Himalayan strength in their veins. Give them the voice that has gone extinct in today’s society. And if there is only one thing you could give to your children, then give them courage – courage to pursue their passion – courage to trample every obstacle in their path – courage to keep walking even when their heart bleeds in agony.

Have you ever been in a demon rumble before, Jenna?” I asked. Hoisting her own demonglass dagger, she shook her head. “Nope. I have a feeling it’s going to be super violent.” “Maybe we can talk to them,” I said, rubbing my nose with the back of my hand. “Have a little sit-down chat.” “With tea.” “Ooh, yeah, with the nice china, and those little sandwiches that don’t have crusts.” Cal came to stand with us. Aislinn and Finley were getting to their feet, but I could tell they were far away from optimum Brannick strength. “I don’t want to kill these kids,” Cal said. “Neither do I. But I don’t want them to kill me, either.” “Not sure what we want is going to matter that much,” Jenna said. I stared out into the trees, hearing my fate move closer. And here’s the thing: I knew I was supposed to be courageous. I was supposed to use my magic for as long as I could, and be all Braveheart about it. But I didn’t want to. I wanted to cry. I wanted to hug my mom and dad again. I wanted to see Archer. And I wanted to know that I’d done more here than just delay Aislinn’s and Finley’s deaths by a few minutes. So there was no stoic badass facing down the demon hordes. There was just a teenage girl with tears streaming down her face, her two best friends on either side of her, as all kinds of hellish creatures rushed forward.

Leave if you wish but never forget I will remain in your conscious mind through wild things and whiskey. You'll try to forget I existed, but the depth of my being will haunt you. What if? Why didn't I? Maybe it's now too late.

The human must become the saint and the messiah to his or her part of the global society, and having done so, no obscurity or discrimination shall have the power to raise its poisonous fangs even during the darkest days of misfortune.

I retreated even further into myself…. I imploded over and over and no one knew it. I got anger at the fact that no one knew that my world had crushed and come to a standstill. I remember looking into people’s faces and bleeding from within

I am no human - I am the unifying force of nature - I am the One and I am the All - in me lies the possibility of human harmony - in me lies the possibility of human acceptance - I am the driving force of conscience - I am the absolute timeless ocean of unified sentience.

Someone said to me the other day 'you should have some fun in life, instead of just working all the time'. I replied to the person 'you may have the luxury to have fun, but I can't even dream of having fun while my own humanity is tormented with countless forms of misery.

When you walked into my life, Robyn, you knocked me off my feet. You are everything. You’re the most courageous person I have ever met, and you astound me every damn day.” Tears welled in my eyes as I watched Robyn fight back her own. “Your magnificence awes me,” Lachlan admitted hoarsely, “and I promise you this, Braveheart - not a day of our lives will pass when I forget it. Know that even during the weeks that are difficult, the days that challenge us, know that I will love you through every minute, every hour until my very last second in this universe.

what if the whole world was an ocean, do you need a horse to transport you above the water? or you have find a tree grown onto water to stand onto it! no, you have to get all you weapons, learn to swim and become a shark under water! thats when storms of the ocean will never bother you.

Be the ocean of conscience in which others can bathe. Be the sacred river of service, that takes away selfishness from the society. Be the mountain of bravery that absorbs weakness from the heart of people. And you must do all this as a humble servant as well as a pride-less leader of the people.

The story of Yoshitsune and the Thousand Cherry Tres was both simple and complicated. Simple in that things never change: people consistently jealous or secretive or brave-hearted. As for the rest, it all came down to a series of misunderstandings, the type that could happen to anyone, really. You assume that the sushi bucket is full of gold coins, but instead it's got Kokingo's head in it. You think you know everything about your faithful follower, but it turns out that he's actually an orphaned fox who can change his shape at will. It was he who spoke my favorite line of the evening, five words that perfectly conveyed just how enchanting and full of surprises this Kabuki play really is: 'That drum is my father.

Imagine where you'd be if you had NO FEAR. No fear of losing, no fear of people's opinions, no fear of being embarrass, no fear of the unknown, no fear of failure, no fear of rejection, no fear of letting go, no fear of being alone, no fear of making mistakes, no fear of being mocked, no fear of being misunderstood and no fear of being able to make it on your own.

Brave (2012) C-94m. 1⁄2 D: Mark Andrews, Brenda Chapman. Voices of Kelly Macdonald, Emma Thompson, Billy Connolly, Robbie Coltrane, Kevin McKidd, Julie Walters, Craig Ferguson, John Ratzenberger. In ancient times, a Scottish princess named Merida resists her mother’s constant training to become a future queen, preferring a boisterous existence roaming the forest with her trusty bow and arrow. When it comes time for her to choose a suitor, she runs away and stumbles onto a witch who agrees to change her fate through a magical dark spell. Typically handsome Pixar animated feature has robust characters but a formulaic feel—until the story takes a very strange turn. A final burst of emotion almost redeems it. Oscar winner for Best Animated Feature. 3-D Digital Widescreen. [PG] Braveheart (1995) C-177m. 1⁄2 D: Mel Gibson. Mel

Honor He Wrote Sonnet 20 The more you break me, the stronger I become. The more you hate me, the gentler I become. The more you mock me, the kinder I become. The more you alienate me, the braver I become. The more you betray me, the more I learn to trust. The more you disappoint me, the more I feel electrified. The more you take advantage, the more I learn to care. The more you backstab me, the more I am energized. The more you humiliate me, the more I gain humility. The more you laugh at me, the more I learn to smile. More you kick me around, more my spine is straightened. The more you drag me down, the higher I end up flying. Every bad behavior directed at me amplifies my power. The broken humans of the world make the greatest healer.

Honor He Wrote Sonnet 22 You don't know love, till you've known heartbreak, You won't know sight, till you've known blindness. You don't know courage, till you've felt helpless, You won't know light, till you've been in darkness. Darkest clouds herald the brightest sunshine, Direst circumstances make the bravest of character. Heavier the rainfall, more breathtaking the rainbow, Steeper the hill to climb, sweeter the summit vista. Once your back is against the wall, only way is through, You won't know integrity, till you are left in pieces. Lose all identity, only then you'll know to be human, You won't know wholeness, till you've felt nothingness. More ominous the night, more spectacular the daybreak. Till we're wiped out for a purpose, there’s no upliftment.

Those Who Call You Mad (The Sonnet) Those who call you mad will one day worship you, For no great achievement is possible without madness. Those who laugh at you will one day learn from you, For working through the laugh is a criteria for greatness. Those who know not you exist will one day seek your guidance, For your endless sacrifice will make you a beacon. Those who find you absurd will one day bow in veneration, For the absurd ideas take us to the most breathtaking destination. Those who look down on you will one day look up to you, For your sacrifice will place you on a pedestal of glory. Those who are deaf to you will one day cross limits for you, For your voice will echo in the hearts as a purifying symphony. Those who see you inconsequential will one day pay you homage. Breathe your mission, live your mission and your acts will forge fate's foliage.

Driscoll preached a sermon called “Sex: A Study of the Good Bits of Song of Solomon,” which he followed up with a sermon series and an e-book, Porn-again Christian (2008). For Driscoll, the “good bits” amounted to a veritable sex manual. Translating from the Hebrew, he discovered that the woman in the passage was asking for manual stimulation of her clitoris. He assured women that if they thought they were “being dirty,” chances are their husbands were pretty happy. He issued the pronouncement that “all men are breast men. . . . It’s biblical,” as was a wife performing oral sex on her husband. Hearing an “Amen” from the men in his audience, he urged the ladies present to serve their husbands, to “love them well,” with oral sex. He advised one woman to go home and perform oral sex on her husband in Jesus’ name to get him to come to church. Handing out religious tracts was one thing, but there was a better way to bring about Christian revival. 13 Driscoll reveled in his ability to shock people, but it was a series of anonymous blog posts on his church’s online discussion board that laid bare the extent of his misogyny. In 2006, inspired by Braveheart, Driscoll adopted the pseudonym “William Wallace II” to express his unfiltered views. “I love to fight. It’s good to fight. Fighting is what we used to do before we all became pussified,” before America became a “pussified nation.” In that vein, he offered a scathing critique of the earlier iteration of the evangelical men’s movement, of the “pussified James Dobson knock-off crying Promise Keeping homoerotic worship . . .” where men hugged and cried “like damn junior high girls watching Dawson’s Creek.” Real men should steer clear. 14 For Driscoll, the problem went all the way back to the biblical Adam, a man who plunged humanity headlong into “hell/ feminism” by listening to his wife, “who thought Satan was a good theologian.” Failing to exercise “his delegated authority as king of the planet,” Adam was cursed, and “every man since has been pussified.” The result was a nation of men raised “by bitter penis envying burned feministed single mothers who make sure that Johnny grows up to be a very nice woman who sits down to pee.” Women served certain purposes, and not others. In one of his more infamous missives, Driscoll talked of God creating women to serve as penis “homes” for lonely penises. When a woman posted on the church’s discussion board, his response was swift: “I . . . do not answer to women. So, your questions will be ignored.” 15

Anybody can live in flesh and blood, but to live on long after the flesh has dissipated into nature – that’s the life I always wanted.

Helper is Herald (The Sonnet) Every peacemaker is muslim, Every lover is christian. Every helper is buddhist, Every lifter is human. Every lovenut is sufi, Every braveheart is latin. Every collectivist is jew, Every secularist is advaitin. All labels are futile, If there's no substance underneath. Focus on substance as a whole being, Leave the labeling to the elite. The helper is the herald, the lifter is the light. In a world with double vision, selflessness is the only sight.

Brave, Sound & Sane (The Sonnet) Brave is not the one who has no dark corners in their mind, Brave is the one who is friends with their dark corners. Courageous is not the one who never sheds a single tear, Courageous is the one who draws strength from their tears. A sound mind is not one that has no superstition, A sound mind is one that has a grip over its superstition. A sane mind is not one that does not believe in fiction, A sane mind is one that knows good fiction from bad fiction. Education is needed, but not mere education of the head, What's really needed is education of the whole being. It is easy to fill the head with facts and figures, Use a fact to lift the world, then you're an educated being. More than in head and body, we gotta grow up in heart. A billion pounds of head is worthless, if there is no heart.

Vagabond Light (The Sonnet) When the tide of realization comes, Theories and concepts cause but decay. In the kingdom of absolute oneness, Stoneage constructs wither and fade away. What am I gonna do with theories! I'm no intellectual obligated to be a smartass. I am but a fakir, a vagabond who knows nothing. So I submit myself at the mercy of the lovers. I'm tired of trying to be important to the shallow, I'm tired of trying to make sense to the senseless. Adjusting to prehistoric habits of a dualistic world, The mind loses touch with its magical magnificence. Let the light shine bright, dim it not to suit the prisoners! Does the sun come with a dimmer, because its radiance dimwits cannot bear!

Young, Boiling, Selfless (The Sonnet) Sen söyle karadeniz, Ben daha ne yapayım! Gençliğimi feda ettim, Hayatımı feda ettim, Ben daha ne yapayım! In wiping out the anguish of society, I forgot to indulge in the exploits of youth. Once I realized the world on my shoulder, That was the end of self, and the birth of truth. People dream of earning a ton of money, I always dreamed of earning immortality. Anybody can live in flesh and blood, Mark of character is to live in people's memory. An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind, But a life given for a life fallen makes the whole world alive.

Be the glee to those in gloom, Be gentle amidst the genteel. Be the brave amongst the blue, Be the knight amidst them who kneel.

Bless Me With Bullets (The Sonnet) Just once let me die for the people, Then I can live in peace. Once I am wiped out for the world, Then I can have my long awaited sleep. Only when a bunch of bravehearts are sleepless, Can the rest of humanity sleep in peace. Only when a bunch of reformers are peaceless, Will all the inequalities be appeased. To hell with personal happiness! To hell with the notion of personal and social! There is no person, there is no planet, Till the troubles of the world feel super personal. Come all ye offended, charge at me with your entire arsenal. I won't resist, come and bless me, with your bullets of denial.

Amantes Assemble Sonnet 9 The world doesn't need more avengers, but amantes. Hear me well, my brave amantes, it's time to assemble! More than Captain America we need Amelia Earhart, More than Madame Web we need Madame Curie-like rebel. Scrutinize all tradition with a fresh set of eyes, Rebel against dogma, and stand up to discrimination. Beliefs and doctrines surely have their place, But none of it is above scrutiny of the new generation. Each generation is to write their new set of laws, Learning from the triumphs and downfalls of yesterday. You just remember, that all roads lead to people, And life that doesn't lift people is life gone astray. Ayudar a la gente es la salvación de la mente. Elevación de la gente es la elevación de la mente.

Death with character has dignity, without it, every breath is burden.

The shallow measure a person by their glorious victories. Those with character measure a character by their tragedies.

Hate Not The Hater (The Sonnet) In most cases what seems, Like hate is actually envy. Even the haters don't know that, Haters just hate what they can't be. Others' achievement intimidates the puny, Whereas it inspires those wanting to grow. Pay no attention to the mockery of morons, Ridicule can't diminish a braveheart's glow. When an empty flashlight mocks the sun, Does it affect the sun's glory one bit! Hate not the haters in return my friend, It's just their way of acting needy, that's it. One lover is braver than a hundred haters. One heart alive and aloud is the bias breaker.

Someone asked me the other day, why haven't I won any awards! To which I say - how do you award the Everest! You may designate it as the tallest peak and all that, but how does that make any difference in the greatness of the Everest! Or how do you award the sun and the trees and the birds and the ocean? You simply cannot! You know why? Because the greatest forces of good are beyond recognition.

Choose one thing, and do it till you drop dead. That's how you become immortal.

It's more important to make a humane history, than just history.

You will love this man. Do you understand? You will love him, serve him, and obey him in all things. This is your duty to me and to France. Am I clear?’ Isabella is twelve years old and astoundingly pretty, a woman in a girl’s body. She keeps her eyes on the floor and nods her head.

My legacy is not my literature, my legacy are the Gods I raise.

Jyoti was nicknamed the “New Delhi braveheart” for her heroic courage in trying to fight to save her life. The Indian press named her “Nirbhaya” (the fearless one). The editor of a Delhi-based tabloid, Mail Today, disclosed Jyoti’s identity. However, Delhi police registered a criminal case against the editor. Indian law forbids revealing the name of a rape victim unless the family agrees to it. That is not right!

Be zapped with zeal, be bit by boldness, be struck by tenacity, to obstacles never you kneel.

The book of destiny is the being who doesn't believe in destiny.

A STRONG MAN WILL FACE ME AND A COWARD WILL TARGET ME

High Voltage Sonnet Once upon a time I said to thee, Awake, Arise, Stop not till thou write thy destiny! Two score later I said to thee, Give me blood, and I'll give thee liberty! Time passed and some life got much fancier but, Division and disparity remain ever so horrid. We have made great strides on the outside yet, In the mental domain we remain ever so brutish. A twenty watt brain once accountable, Electrifies the universe. But when selfish and indifferent, Even 20 million of them cannot do diddly-squat. Fetch those cables from your spinal cord, Awake, arise, and electrify this dampened world!

A twenty watt brain once accountable electrifies the universe.

Chihuahuas need guns for strength – open your eyes muchacho! ¡Chupacabra aquí!

Fetch those cables from your spinal cord, and electrify this dampened world!

Awake, Arise, stop not till you write your destiny!

Mind always beats muscle.

I ain't no circus or zoo animal, to sit 'n bear slurs, you fool. My name is Victor Volcano, you're safe, so long as I'm cool.

The Troll Sonnet When someone says, your life is a joke, Hold your silence 'n smile without outrage. You do not become an immortal legend, Without facing a million slurry comments. Fight injustice, but be silent at mockery, To retaliate mockery is to become mockery. Those who mock, don't really mock at you, They are just validating their own inferiority. Tremendous spirit for your life's purpose, And uniform silence towards all who mock, That is the key to timeless achievement, Be unperturbed 'n dive in lock, barrel 'n stock. Silence is the best response to all mockery. Mockery is the sincerest form of flattery.

Tough as thunder, sweet as honey, that's the motto for a braveheart human.

Mountains bow when you start climbing, oceans dry when you start crossing. Awake, arise and boldly march forward, the path appears when you start walking.

Courage of the savage is in their weapon, courage of the reformer is in their conviction.