Quotes About Sacrifice

Men died for that approval, sacrificed for that approval, lived lives they loathed for that approval. For without it a man was on his own, an outcast, an animal that had been driven from the pack.

Neighborliness means you give up your right to live your life the way you want to live it.

Beauty doesn't see itself and when it does something is lost.

Well, here he was. They could save each other, the way the poets promised lovers should. He was mystery, he was darkness, he was all she had dreamed of. And if she would only free him he would service her - oh yes - until her pleasure reached that threshold that, like all thresholds, was a place where the strong grew stronger, and the weak perished. Pleasure was pain there, and vice versa. And he knew it well enough to call it home.

Your flesh is killing your spirit. You have forsaken yourself.

Has anyone here ever heard of the Harrowing?" Dale asked, breaking the silence. No one replied. "It was in the time between Christ's crucifixion and his Resurrection," he went on. "The story goes, Christ went down into Hell, walked among the damned, and set many of them free. Then he returned to Earth and broke the bondage of death. It's supposedly the first and only amnesty Hell has ever known.

They will say your doubts shed innocent blood. But I say - what's blood for, if not for shedding?

I thought I'd gone to the limits,' Frank explains. 'I hadn't. The Cenobites gave me an experience beyond limits. Pain and pleasure, indivisible....Some things have to be endured. Take it from me. And that's what makes the pleasures so sweet.

There's nothing heroic about sacrificing yourself for him," Zeffer pointed out. "He wouldn't do it for you." "I know that.

A jug of his urine Ã¢â'¬â€œ the product of seven days' collection Ã¢â'¬â€œ stood on the left of the altar, should they require some spontaneous gesture of self-defilement.

As Harry marveled, the Cenobite continued his brutal effort of making new adjustments to his own flesh so as to fit the Devil's suit: first a slice off his other hip, down to the red meat; then up to his arms, slicing away the flesh at the back of his triceps; and passing the knife from left hand to right and back again, cutting effortlessly with either. The area around his feet looked like the floor of a butcher's store. Cobs and slices of fatty meat were scattered everywhere.

You cut up a thing that's alive and beautiful to find out how it's alive and why it's beautiful and before you know it, it's neither of those things, and you're standing there with blood on your face and tears in your sight and only the terrible ache of guilt to show for it.

But the strongest scent was also the oldest – it was the perfume of his transgressions. There were other smells, too, some of which she could name – incense, books, sweat – and far, far more that she had no name for.

Besides, he guessed she wouldn't have thanked him for delaying his purchase. She needed dope more than she needed him.

I tenenti dei marine non venivano quasi mai messi al corrente delle informazioni riservate. Avevano il dovere di farsi ammazzare, ma non il diritto di conoscerne il motivo.

You wrong me. You wrong me, Mole. I loathe and despise this human trait of hounding smaller creatures to death, with large numbers opposed against one solitary animal. But, don't you see, it's the law of the wild. This poor fox is sacrificed today to the humans' cruelty.

As if these daily humiliations and sacrifices mean something, are tallied by the ones who keep the books. Tomorrow we pick up where we left off. Sleep tight. Sleep deep. Sleep the sleep of the successful because somehow you made it through the day without anyone finding out that you are a complete fraud.

said. "It was full moon when we picked, but there was always blood.

You should have gone yourself, you ask for a Coke and they come back with orange drink. No one understands the martyrdom of the volunteers for the trip to food concession.

That burden of carrying an apartment on your back; you stagger sometimes but you take the weight, what else can you do?

Understanding that something is always lost when it comes to human beings.

Pain is not wat you get, it is wat you give.

His body, his mind, his soul, had, for years, served only for the profit of others. He had his own people to whom he was pledged. Three million. They were the currency of his freedom.

The only thing you need to know about war, son, is: Don't go.