Quotes About Sacrifice

What is love? It's not empathy, nor kindness. Empathy takes two, the one who hurts and the one who empathizes. Kindness takes two, the one who gives and the one who takes. But love takes just one. The two get together into one. They don't separate. The I and the you disappear. I LOVE MEANS I DISAPPEAR..

Eso es la libertad. Tener una pasión, amontonar monedas de oro, y repentinamente dominar la pasión y arrojar el tesoro a todos los vientos. Liberarse de una pasión para someterse a otra, más noble. Pero, ¿no es ésta, también, una forma de esclavitud?

the totally satisfied Mother even in her insufferable pain because she feels that something immortal has issued from her ephemeral viscera.

Devenise ceva obisnuit, facea acest lucru in fiecare zi, ba chiar de mai multe ori pe zi, aducand trupul si sangele lui Hristos, ajutandu-i pe oameni sa dea fata cu moartea. Mureau impacati, dar parintele Iannaros nu uita vaietele, cuvintele lor de pe urma, lumina ochilor care se stingea, si nu putea sa se impace; mortii nu mai conteneau sa moara in sufletul lui.

Bazen içimden küçük bir ân? al?p kar??l???nda bütün hayat?m? veresim gelir.

As if Christ were a medicine to be taken only when gravely ill, and of no use so long as you can have a good time, eat, drink and make love.

Quand ma bouche défaille sur Ton corps, j'ai pitié de Tes pauvres lèvres et de Tes yeux purs et de Ton front blanc et de Ta poitrine qui ne renferme que de l'amour. J'ai pitié de Toi, parce que je Te salis tout entière parce que je sens que mes lèvres sont souillées et ne sont pas lavées de tous les livres qu'elles ont lus et qu'elles ressemblent à des chenilles qui tachent de leurs baisers, les feuilles des lys. ~ P 55 - 56

They were panting dwarfs, imps gasping for breath, and their beards dragged along the ground. Each carried a strange implement of torture. Some held bloody leather belts studded with iron, some clasp knives and ox goads, some thick, wide-headed nails. Three midgets whose behinds nearly scraped the ground carried a massive, unwieldy cross; and last of all came the vilest of the lot, a cross-eyed pygmy holding a crown of thorns.

God shouts: "Burn your houses! I am coming! Whoever has a house cannot receive me! 29. Ã¢â'¬Å"Burn your ideas, smash your thoughts! Whoever has found the solution cannot find me. 30. Ã¢â'¬Å"I love the hungry, the restless, the vagabonds. They are the ones who brood eternally on hunger, on rebellion, on the endless road—on ME! 31. Ã¢â'¬Å"I am coming! Leave your wives, your children, your ideas, and follow me. I am the great Vagabond.

La única forma de salvarse uno mismo es luchar para salvar a los otros…».

You use up everything you've got trying to give everybody what they want.

So we know that human nature, and that includes our nature, yours and mine, can very easily turn people into quite efficient torturers and mass-murderers and slave-drivers...To the extent that the statement is true, and there is such an extent, it's just not relevant: human nature also has the capacity to lead to selflessness, and cooperation, and sacrifice, and support, and solidarity, and tremendous courage, and lots of other things too.

one is tempted to believe that some people in the White House worship Aztec gods—with the offering of Central American blood.

love wasn't the soft, silky words the poets spoke of. Love,with it's twin edges, was the one factor that weakened so many women, that pushed them to compromised their own wants, their own needs for the needs and wants of another.

Heroism's just doing more than you want to do or think you can. Sometimes it's just doing the crappy things, the unhappy things other people won't do....It's not just jumping out of a plane onto a glacier ten thousand feet up because there's nobody else there to do it. It's getting out of bed in the morning when it seems like too much trouble.

People say to someone they love: I'd die for you. They don't expect to, of course, have no plans to. They may believe it, or mean it, or it may simply be an expression of devotion. But I know what it means now, I understand that impossible depth of emotion now. And I know you would die for me. You'd put my life before yours to protect me. And that terrifies me.

I'll give you everything I've got, and if you need more, I'll find it and give it to you.

Taking love is easy—giving it is a bit harder, for some people anyway.

I'd have given you everything I had. If you'd needed more, I'd have found it, and given you that. It's the way I love. It's the only way I know how.

Love shouldn't be hard." "There I think you're wrong. I think it should be the hardest thing there is, then it's not so easily given away, or taken away, or just lost.

And not without sympathy, Aidan turned the shower on full cold and shoved his beloved brother under the heartless spray. Oh, the scream but peeled the skin off his face, and the curse that followed battered his ears. But Aidan held ground, dodged a fist when he had to, and clamping Shawn in a headlock, held him mercilessly under.

Love, even when pledged, isn't enough.

Change was as much about loss as gain, about giving something up even as you reached for something new or different.

Do you think, Sam, that even if it were only my own heart at risk, I could pour it into your hands again? Then just take mine. I'm not doing anything else with it.