Quotes About Sacrifice

Peace is purchased in the currency of loss.

Renounce love and you can achieve demonic focus.

She looked at him bravely now for the first time, at his face, the face from which a child had fled, and drew breath. She rose. Her eyes filled. She knew. He took her in his arms and kissed her ardently. Men in their hosts, young and old, innocent and corrupt, had paid her for her favors, but she put her arms about him of her own free will as though to give him what she could in recompense for this, the last gift she guessed, of his manhood.

Because others have let us down, it is now our duty to face the hard truths and do the right thing--no matter the personal cost.

At the Battle of the Somme in France, more than sixty thousand British soldiers died on the battle's first day alone.476

The reason to have history is to be able to say, 'This is where you came from. This is what it cost. This is what happened to us. This is what we fought against. This is what we did when we won. This is who we are.

Then I said, "Mom…" "Yes?" "Thank you for all you do for me. For how much you work and change your schedule to be with me." "How did you know I did that?" "I just don't say thank you enough." She looked at me and her eyes filled. "Do you know why I do it, Eddie?" "Why?" "Because you're my greatest joy, Eddie. You're

I said, "Mom…" "Yes?" "Thank you for all you do for me. For how much you work and change your schedule to be with me." "How did you know I did that?" "I just don't say thank you enough." She looked at me and her eyes filled. "Do you know why I do it, Eddie?" "Why?" "Because you're my greatest joy, Eddie. You're my joy.

Don't you feel that your scarred heart was made whole the moment you gave your service to Christ?

There are many kinds of love, I think. There's passionate love, and there's dutiful love, though often we don't realize that really they're just different sides of the same coin." He pulled up his collar. "And then there's another kind of love. The kind we can only show by setting someone free.

I'm suddenly beginning to wonder if all this war is worth it.

Marriage is more. Don't settle for less.

The hardest part is to travel, and to be away from your family.

If you forgive more than you can afford, you may find yourself impoverished in emotion afterward, with a lowered resistance to whatever happens after that.

Motherhood is... difficult and... rewarding.

When you raise a god instead of a child, you're bound to be serving him for the rest of your days. Same thing holds when you marry a god.

Women are always better liked if we sacrifice ourselves for something bigger - and something bigger always means including men, even though something bigger for men doesn't usually mean including women.

But why didn't you leave? Why didn't you take my sister and go to New York?" she would say it didn't matter, that she was lucky to have my sister and me. If I pressed hard enough, she would add, "If I'd left, you never would have been born." I never had the courage to say: But you would have been born instead.

Women are always better liked if we sacrifice ourselves for something bigger—and something bigger always means including men, even though something bigger for men doesn't usually mean including women. In

As Zapata rides to his destiny, his wife hangs on to his boot, dragging in the dust, imploring him to stay home. Since I couldn't yet admit to myself that I was more interested in going to sea and the revolution than in staying home as the mother or the wife, I just vowed silently that I would never become an obstacle to any man's freedom.

If I pressed and said, "But why didn't you leave? Why didn't you take my sister and go to New York?" she would say it didn't matter, that she was lucky to have my sister and me. If I pressed hard enough, she would add, "If I'd left, you never would have been born." I never had the courage to say: But you would have been born instead.

Death is the price you paid for being born.

But Chu Ju," Han Na said to me, and took my hand in hers, "do not think that the land is payment for caring for me. There can be no payment for that. Where there was your love, there is only my love.

The fate of the architect is the strangest of all in this way. How often he expends his whole soul, his whole heart and passion, to produce buildings into which he himself may never enter.