Quotes About Sacrifice

Pois a consciência ainda aperta com mais força! Quem quer viver feliz, senhor, não deve escutar a voz do dever, porque, uma vez ouvido torna-se implacável! Parece que nos quer castigar de a escutarmos; mas não, recompensa-nos, porque nos arremessa a um inferno, onde ao nosso lado sentimos Deus! Apenas rasgamos as entranhas, ficamos em paz connosco mesmos!

He very often said: "There is a bravery for the priest as well as a bravery for the colonel of dragoons." "Only," added he, "ours should be quiet.

She'd lost too much of herself in parenthood to simply go back to who she'd been before.

The father who went off to war was not the one who came home.

We women make choices for others, not for ourselves, and when we are mothers, we . . . bear what we must for our children. You will protect them. It will hurt you; it will hurt them. Your job is to hide that your heart is breaking and do what they need you to do.

But he wasn't that man anymore. He had lost too much, and in his loss, he'd thrown more away.

Come," Sasha says again, kissing me, and I follow. I know that if I look back, I will see my body, old and withered, slumped on that bench in the snow, that if I wait, I will hear my daughters discover what has happened and begin to cry. So I do not look back. I hold on to my Sasha and kiss my lion's throat. I have waited so, so long for this, to see them again. To feel like this, and I know my girls will be okay now.

The father who went off to war was not the one who came home. She had tried to be loved by him; more important, she had tried to keep loving him, but in the end, one was as impossible as the other.

Think about the women who fought for the vote. They had to be scared, too, but they marched for change, even if it meant going to jail. And now we can vote. Sometimes the end is worth any sacrifice.

A year ago, Elsa would have thought it insane that any woman would think to walk from Oklahoma or Texas or Alabama to California, especially pushing a baby carriage. Now she knew better. When your children were dying, you did anything to save them, even walk over mountains and across deserts.

He is such an American, this son of mine. He thinks one's life can be distilled to a narrative that has a beginning and an end. He knows nothing about the kind of sacrifice that, once made, can never be either fully forgotten or fully borne. And how could he? I have protected him from all of that.

Mislim da ljubav jednostavno može...nestati. Ne,ne može-rekla je njezina majka. Pa kako onda- ?vrsto je držiš...Sve dok ti ne prokrvare ruke,a ni tada je ne puštaš.

She had tried to be loved by him; more important, she had tried to keep loving him, but in the end, one was impossible as the other.

I smile at them, my two boys who should have broken me, but somehow saved me, each in his own way. Because of them, I know now what matters, and it is not what I have lost. It is my memories. Wounds heal. Love lasts. We remain.

I love you. And if I have to let you go to make you happy, I'll do it.

More and more, though, those memories felt manufactured, false. She couldn't remember the last time her mother laughed about anything. All Mom did was work. Work, work, work. As if that would save them.

Don't think about who they are. Think about who you are and what sacrifices

We must never forget these remarkable women and the daring, dangerous choices they made to save others and to protect and fight for their way of life.

A generation of men were going off to war. Again. Don't think about it, Vianne told herself. Don't remember what it was like last time when the men limped home, faces burned, missing arms and legs...

Don't think about who they [the Nazis] are. Think about who you are and what sacrifices you can live with and what will break you [Mother Superior to Vianne].

There were no parades for us when it was over, no medals or mentions in history books. We did what we had to during the war, and when it was over, we picked up the pieces and started our lives over.

We must never forget these remarkable women and the daring, dangerous choices they made to save others

In wars, there are battles and skirmishes. Losses along the way. But our men will never let the Germans win. We will never give up." She moved closer to her students. "But we have a part to play, too; those of us left behind. We have to be brave and strong, too, and not believe the worst. We have to keep on with our lives so our fathers and brothers and Ã¢â'¬Â¦ husbands have lives to come home to, oui?

That's why you're so strong and I'm not." "You will have to be," Isabelle said. "For Sophie." Vianne drew in a breath. And there it was. The reason she couldn't eat a bowl of arsenic or throw herself in front of a train.