Quotes About Sacrifice

None of us became monks to be nursemaids." To which the child Lazlo replied, with fire in his soul, "And none of us became children to be orphans." But

Once upon a time, an angel and a devil fell in love and dared to imagine a new way of living—one without massacres and torn throats and bonfires of the fallen, without revenants or bastard armies or children ripped from their mothers' arms to take their turn in the killing and dying. This was not that world.

A bruxis. That was the one wish more powerful than a gavriel, and its trade value was singular: The only way to purchase one was with one's own teeth. All of them, self-extracted.

You can't atone for taking one life by saving another. What good does that do the dead?" "The dead," she said. "And we have plenty of dead between us, but the way we act, you'd think they were corpses hanging on to our ankles, rather than souls freed to the elements.

The youth are the spoils of war.

That was what had finally broken through her blindness. Her father had saved his people and destroyed himself. As strong as he looked, inside he was a ruin, or perhaps a funeral pyre, like the Cusp- only instead of melted bones of ijji, he was made up of the skeletons of babies and children, including, as he had always believed, his own child: her. This was his remorse.

Head held high, she stepped toward the block and sank to her knees, and it was then that Akiva started to scream. His voice soared over the pandemonium - a scream to scour the souls of all gathered, a sound to drive ghosts from their nests.

I kept thinking about that drawing in the war council, and our part in all of this. We cheat the bowl. We keep filling it back up, and the monsters keep stabbing their giant forks in, and because of us, there's always more for them to eat. We never lose but we never win, either. We just keep on dying. Is that what we do?

She'd thought that she would do anything for them, but it had never occurred to her that "anything" might mean letting them go.

I have been known to say that the devil gave me my first violin.

She understood now why pain was the tithe for magic: It was more powerful than joy. Than anything. Than hope?

En algún momento, Akiva tal vez hubiera sentido vergüenza por enamorarse de Madrigal. Ahora aquella vergüenza era lo único que lo avergonzaba. Amarla había sido el único acto puro de su vida.

Vamos a ver. Ya sabes cómo, al final de Romeo y Julieta, Julieta se despierta en la cripta y Romeo ya está muerto? Él pensó que ella estaba muerta por lo que se quitó la vida a su lado?... Bueno, imagina que ella se despierta y él todavía estaba vivo, pero.. Pero él hubiera matado toda su familia. Y quemado su ciudad. Y matado y esclavizado su pueblo".

It's not free, Karou. Magic has a price. The price is pain.

Allí, junto a Akiva, incluso mientras hablaban de guerra, ciudades sitiadas y enemistad duradera, se sentía atraída hacia su inmensidad y calidez, como si fuera al mismo tiempo lugar y persona, y, contra cualquier lógica, exactamente donde se suponía que ella debía estar.

Evrenden almak için vermen gerekir," dedi Akiva. "Ama... Neden ac?? Ba?ka bir ?ey veremez misin? Mesela... Ne?e? "Bu bir denge meselesi. Kolay verilen bir ?ey olsayd?, anlam? olmazd?." "Gerçekten ne?enin, ac?dan daha kolay oldu?unu mu dü?ünüyorsun? Sen hangisini daha çok ya?ad?n?

Ziri spürt Hoffnung. Eine Hoffnung, die er gut kennt und die er verachtet: die hässliche, schwarze Hoffnung, man könnte dadurch, dass man andere tötet, selbst länger leben.

There comes a certain point with a hope or a dream, when you either give it up or give up everything else. And if you choose the dream, if you keep on going, then you can never quit, because it's all you are.

I would stick my head down monster throats looking for you.

The only reason we've held them off this long is because we burned the library." "The library?

It's a blessing to die at the hand of someone beautiful

Para obtener del universo, debes entregar algo a cambio

She's in love, old devil! Do you hear? A girl will do crazy things for love. Just ask Estella -- she went to Hell for it!

That was the year Zosma sank to its knees and bled great gouts of men into a war about nothing.