Quotes About Sacrifice

You love me. You ignore me. You save my life, then you cook my mother into soap.

There are worse things you can do to people you love than kill them.

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

I'm giving you my life to prove to myself I can, I really can love somebody. Even when I'm not getting paid, I can give love and happiness and charm. You see, I can handle the baby food and the not talking and being homeless and invisible, but I have to know that I can love somebody. Completely and totally, permanently and without hope of reward, just as an act of will, I will love somebody.

That old saying, how you always kill the one you love, well, look, it works both ways.

I'm in love. So kill me.

The martyrdom of me.

This is some­thing I'll go to Hell for.

Her mom and dad are both doctors and want her to follow her dream, not turn out the way they have, no matter how much it costs them.

Valley of the Dogs. Where even if they don't kill you, if someone loves you enough to take you home, they still castrate you.

That old saying, about how you always kill the thing you love, well, it works both ways. And it does work both ways.

I want to tell them, stay in the cage. There are bet­ter things than free­dom. There are worse things than liv­ing a long bored life in some stranger's house and then dy­ing and go­ing to ca­nary heav­en.

The hardest blessing you give up is silence.

Where even if someone loves you enough to save your life, they still castrate you.

Miss Rona says nothing is gross. Miss Rona says the only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.

Something or someone lived or died so you could have this life. The mountain of the dead. They left you into the daylight.

This is all my identification, my birth certificate, my everything. You can be Shannon McFarland from now on. My career. The ninety-degree attention. It's yours. All of it. Everything. I hope it's enough for you. It's everything I have left.

And I say no. The problem is the light, the dim light down here. Cupped in the palm of my hand, the cyanide and the wood pill, I can't tell which is which. What's sex and what's death—I can't tell the difference. I ask which one to give her. And Mr. Bacardi leans in to look, both of us breathing hot, damp air into my open hand.

And if Christ had died from a barbiturate overdose, alone on the bathroom floor, would he be in heaven?

Ä°nsan sevdiklerini öldürür diye bir söz vard?r ya; asl?nda bak?n insan? öldüren de hep sevdiÄŸidir.

Adam said the other blessing you have to give up in the outside world is darkness.

There are worse things you can do to the people you love than kill them.

It's the martyrdom of Saint Me.

If you won't share my life with me, maybe you'll share my death.