Quotes About Sacrifice

She wanted him happy, more even than she wanted happiness for herself. And yet, knowing he was on his way to finding what he didn't yet know he wanted made her feel so painfully alone.

Ti ho amata per più di dodici anni, Cassandra. Ti amavo quando eri la moglie di un altro e quando hai partorito i suoi figli. Ti amavo quando non potevo fare niente per aiutarti a uscire dall'inferno in cui vivevi. E ti amo ancora adesso

Perhaps it was the demands of having to take on me and the farm that left so little time for the gentler things. Such small things: a kiss goodnight, a word of affection... a child can starve with a full plate.

Marriage is a series of compromises, and at its best, the compromises create a life, a partnership.

Where are the sacred forms, and the ritual knife so I can slice open a vein and sign them in blood?

Dreams aren't doing. Awake and take, or sleep on and show his sacrifice means nothing to you.

Or she could remember that sometimes pride was less important than doing what had to be done. She

At the counter, she winced at what the poking cost

Children rip the heart right out of you. And it lies there all bruised and battered, still beating for them. No matter what.

weeping, her eyes exhausted from worry. "I did my best. I did all

When you love with all you are, it isn't unhappiness alone you risk. It's heaven too.

such sacrifice, to damn an innocent to

A weak and dying Messiah is the very antithesis of a man-made cure.

All moral choices are free choices. No one can be praised or blamed for an act in which they had no free choice. If they were forced to do it, then they can't get either credit or blame. Hence if God destroyed all freedom, He would be destroying all possibility to love, praise, and worship Him – to say nothing of destroying all possibility of our enjoying His or other people's love, praise, and sacrifice on our behalf.

When given the choice, we'd all rather be happy now … even if that guarantees we'll all be sad later.

Jesus was born of a woman so you and I could be born of God. He humbled Himself so that we could be lifted up. He became a servant so that we could be made joint heirs with Him. He suffered rejection so that we could become His friends. He denied Himself so that we could freely receive all things. He gave Himself so that He could bless us in every way. Wow. Our Own Paradox The real issues aren't the quarks that hold together our physical bodies.

People have to really suffer before they can risk doing what they love.

Without pain, without sacrifice we would have nothing. Like the first monkey shot into space.

You had to risk your life to get love. You had to get right to the edge of death to ever be saved.

You always kill the one you love.

I still love him so much I'll hide any amount of conjugated estrogen in his food. So much I'll do anything to destroy him.

Generations have been working in jobs they hate, just so they can buy what they don't really need.

Parenthood is the opiate of the masses.

Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, I'll be anybody you want me to be. Use me. Change me. I can be thin with big breasts and big hair. Take me apart. Make me into anything, but just love me.