Quotes About Sacrifice

I sincerely wish war was a pleasanter and easier business than it is, but it does not admit of holidays.

Those who aim at great deeds must also suffer greatly.

I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears, and sweat.

What helps luck is a habit of watching for opportunities, of having a patient, but restless mind, of sacrificing one's ease or vanity, of uniting a love of detail to foresight, and of passing through hard times bravely and cheerfully.

To render ourselves insensible to pain we must forfeit also the possibilities of happiness.

There are those who have discovered that fear is death in life, and have willingly risked physical death and loss of all that is considered valuable in order to live in freedom.

Speaking of Ted Turner The important thing is this: to be able at any moment to sacrifice what we are for what we could become.

Better that we should die fighting than be outraged and dishonored. Better to die than to live in slavery.

There is a need for heroism in American life today.

Every noble crown is, and on Earth will forever be, a crown of thorns.

Security is a false god; begin making sacrifices to it and you are lost.

She soothed and solaced and celebrated, destroying her gift by maiming it to suit her hearers.

Despair is the price one pays for setting himself an impossible aim.

Then out spake brave Horatius, The captain of the gate: "To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late. And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his gods?"

Him that makes shoes go barefoot himself.

Fame is a pearl many dive for and only a few bring up. Even when they do, it is not perfect, and they sigh for more, and lose better things in struggling for them.

But in a larger sense we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract.

The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo; No more on Life's parade shall meet The brave and fallen few. On Fame's eternal camping-ground Their silent tents are spread, And Glory guards, with solemn round The bivouac of the dead.

Every noble crown is, and on earth will ever be, a crown of thorns.

John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave, His soul goes marching on.

Sports allow men to build up situations of emergency. What he then demands of himself is unnecessary achievement - and unnecessary sacrifice. He artificially creates the tension that he has been spared by affluent society.

Theirs is not to reason why, theirs is but to do or die.

Oh my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me: nevertheless, not as I will, but as thou wilt.

So often we rob tomorrow's memories by today's economies.