Running never made anyone a hero.
People love that cozy feeling that Supes give them. Some golden c**t to swoop out of the sky and save the day so you don’t got to do it yourself.
Lots of people are going to tell you how to use your powers, but it’s up to you to make these decisions. You need to decide what kind of hero you want to be.[to Mark]
It doesn’t take a hero to know what pure evil looks like.
I hate that word. “Hero.” It’s dangerous. A title other people hang on you and you’re supposed to carry it around.
I don’t know if they really want you to be a hero. I think they just want you to look like one.
Heroics ain’t a job you carry easy.
Heroes are not born, they’re forged in darkness. Shaped in battle. Defined by sacrifice.
Heroes and their consequences are why we have our current opportunities.
Graveyards around the world are filled with poor bastards who picked the wrong day to play hero.
Everyone has a hero, someone they look up to admire, someone they just wish they could be.
Every lord is the hero of his own songs.
