Quotes About Sacrifice

The true martyr/witness testifies in word and deed, life and death. This is the cost of apologetics. Cheap apologetics is the defense of Christian truth without martyrdom.

The call to self-emptying will always be unpopular to those whose pockets and closets are full. What

On the Day of Atonement, the Levites performed the central sacrificial rites of the believing community, stewarding annual ceremonies that in graphic detail pictured the evil nature of sin and the bloody nature of divinely provided atonement for sin. The Day of Atonement was a visceral affair, filled with blood and fire and death and, at the pulsing core of it all, the realized hope of forgiveness through repentance. The people could be pure.

You may lose your wife, you may lose your dog, your mother may hate you. None of those things matter. What matters is that you achieve success and become free. Then you can do whatever you like.

That the Eucharist is the sacrifice of Christ is clear; that his sacrifice should be imitated and lived out by us in the lives of self-transcendence, self-sacrifice, and service should be equally clear.

For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? Or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?

My mom had once told me that being a mother was made up of "regret and then forgetting about that regret sometimes.

It was so nice to hear her voice, to hear her voice and listen to her talk about what she wanted. I never quite knew what I wanted, the letters I sent her so wishy-washy and pained. Madison, she fucking wanted stuff. And when she talked or wrote about it, with that intensity, you wanted to give it to her. You wanted her to have it. And it was so easy, I was in love with her again, the routine of our relationship, that she would hurt me, but I would allow it. I would live with it.

Art, if you loved it, was worth any amount of unhappiness and pain. If you had to hurt someone to achieve those ends, so be it. If the outcome was beautiful enough, strange enough, memorable enough, it did not matter. It was worth it.

It seemed like anything more than two kids was resigning yourself to a life of food in bulk and lack of funds.

Everybody wants to go to heaven but nobody wants to die to get there.

There are gods of fertility, corn, childbirth, & police brutality--this last is offered praise & sacrifice near weekly & still cannot be sated

Hallow the body as a temple to comeliness and sanctify the heart as a sacrifice to love love recompenses the adorers.

If my survival caused another to perish, then death would be sweeter and more beloved.

When you spend for the cause of Islam, Allah adopts another manner of asking for it: Who is there who will give a loan to Me? [al-Hadid 57: II.] Just imagine His generosity. It is His wealth, it belongs to Him. Even if He asks us for it without offering any reward, He will be justified in doing so but yet He is prepared to buy back His own property so that you may again reap its benefits and gain a noble reward. Consider

The flame it saw, But thereafter nothing besides the curving, leaping tongues of fire. By the time its eyes were on the flame, The moth was in the fire.

Common sense. Mothers are the last riddle, the worst horror, the only consolation.

Since history, war has always been the same. Old men talking, young men dying.

Are some women and children going to die? Yeah. But it's doing the right thing. You got money, you sit around talking about peace. People who don't have money need some help.

True love is usually the most inconvenient kind.

Before dragging it down through mosses, sedges, and small twin flowers—plants the deer had eaten all its life—he'd taken a sharp knife to the belly, opened it and found a fragrance, the moist smell of Earth, something Gramps had spoken of. He had said that when it happens, when the deer gives itself to you this way, it's a gift the hunter must accept with gratitude.

Sacrificing her own safety and comfort, a broken young woman lay down in the snow, side by side with a broken young horse.

But it's so hard, Papa... Those things that are most beneficial to us generally are. But they are also worth the effort.

You gotta open up them fists and lay it all at the feet o' Jesus. Lay yo'self there first, then every burden you got. He done promised there ain't no burden He won't carry for us.