Quotes About Sacrifice

Never has the chasm between progress and poverty been so hauntingly large in this country as it is today. We are in the clutches of an economic depression so carnivorous and insatiable, it's eating the very fabric of our lives. We are sacrificing our children to it, our future. And no one, it seems, is listening.

What was love when put up against war?

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.

Don't think about who they are. Think about who you are and what sacrifices you can live with and what will break you.

Kristin Hannah

A Nightingale in my own way.

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Had she made a mistake in bringing them here? They'd given up everything they'd known and loved to start over here, but what if there was no new beginning here? What if it was just the same hardship and hunger they'd left behind? Or worse?

them, she didn't want to know. As they neared Le Jardin, Vianne struggled to push the heavy wheelbarrow

pockets than takin' care of the farmworkers.

The Nightingale has sung

A man's got to fight out here to make a living, they'd say to each other. A man. It was always about the men. They seemed to think it meant nothing to cook and clean and bear children and tend gardens. But we women of the Great Plains worked from sunup to sundown, too, toiled on wheat farms until we were as dry and baked as the land we loved.

I could tell you it was a Jean Valjean sort of stay and you would think it was romantic.

mobilized, Vianne. Along with most men between

That's motherhood in war, Herr Captain.

Instead, she was afraid. Yes, they'd be rich. Maybe even powerful. But at what cost?

Was Vianne really supposed to let Sophie starve to prove her loyalty to France?

What's more serious than a kiss on the brink of war?

Not that I regretted having Annie; I'd never felt that way for a second. I just regretted that I'd never had a chance to live the life I'd thought I was supposed to.

But no good comes of giving away pieces of our heart in the midst of a war." Pere Clément waited until she looked up and met his eye. "It's dangerous, Eva." Eva knew then that he wasn't just talking about the children. She thought of Rémy, whom she'd been seeing less of lately as he became more involved in running errands for the underground. "It's more dangerous not to, I think.

Let's not forget the past. Let's not forget the heroes who fought so that others could survive. Let's not forget to be kind to our fellow man. Be nice if at all possible.

Please," she whispered. "Please stay in Switzerland with me. What if you lose your life, Rémy?" He turned away. "If I die for France, it won't be a life lost. It will be a country saved. My only regret will be that it will cost me the chance for a future with you.

Would you have traded the life you've had with me for one with evil parents, just because it came with love?" "I don't know," Yona said. "You never gave me the chance to choose.