Quotes About Sacrifice

The true poet for me is a priest. As soon as he dons the cassock, he must leave his family.

In a crowd every sentiment and act is contagious, and contagious to such a degree that an individual readily sacrifices his personal interest to the collective interest.

How numerous are the crowds that have heroically faced death for beliefs, ideas, and phrases that they scarcely understood!

?üphesiz kalabal?klar, bir inanc?n yahut bir fikrin zaferi için kolayca canlar?n? fedaya kadar gidebilirler. Hemen hemen ekmeksiz ve silahs?z olarak Haçl? Seferleri esnas?nda oldu?u gibi, bir ilah?n mezar?n? tekrar ele geçirmek için, yahut 93'te oldu?u gibi vatan topraklar?n? savunmak için, harekete getirilirler. Elbette bu kahramanl?klar biraz ?uursuzdur, fakat tarih böyle kahramanl?klarla yap?l?r.

As Teresa of Avila says, "God does not give himself entirely to us, unless we give ourselves entirely to God.

Life is bloody short, and you might as well concentrate on enjoying yourself because nobody is going to admire you for your sacrifices and self-restraint.

I... would not expect that freedom could be found or won without a price paid.

We aren't heroes if we lead men into battles we will lose.

Where do you find the strength to brave a barrage of enemy fire and to bring your wounded friends to safety at great risk to your own life? Conviction.

Judith smiled in her quiet triumph, marveling that not until she gave up the keys had she understood that in doing so she had paid the cost of peace.

actresses. But when he got married, he told this fancy woman he was done with her, just like a high-minded man ought to do. But she wouldn't let him go. He was her last chance, you see. She was through at the Jewel Box. Not that them girls at the Jewel Box are supposed

Being a singer is all about me. About ego. Being a mom is all about being selfless - two different worlds.

The first night, a rock, big as two fists. The second, a rock big as three. But nary a curse cursed Rudolph Reed. (Though oaken as man could be.) The third night, a silvery ring of glass. Patience arched to endure, But he looked, and lo! small Mabel's blood Was staining her gaze so pure.

Since a man must bring To music what his mother spanked him for When he was two: bits of forgotten hate, Devotion: whether or not his mattress hurts: The little dream his father humored: the thing His sister did for money: what he ate For breakfast—and for dinner twenty years Ago last autumn: all his skipped desserts.

Even in terms of fiction, nothing in their lives became them like the leaving of it. King Fjolnir rose in the night to make water, fell into a vat of mead and drowned instead; Sveigdir ran after a dwarf when drunk and vanished into a boulder; Vanlandi was trampled to death by a nightmare; Domaldi was sacrificed for good seasons; Dag was struck on the head with a pitchfork when seeking revenge for his sparrow; and so on down to the fifth century.

Bolívar resumió el desengaño en una frase: "Hemos ganado la independencia a costa de perder todo lo demás".

If you want to make an omelet, you have to break eggs.

There's nothing wrong in suffering, if you suffer for a purpose. Our revolution didn't abolish danger or death. It simply made danger and death worthwhile.

I've learned that you know your husband still loves you when there are two brownies left and he takes the smaller one.

Decide what you want, decide what you are willing to exchange for it. Establish your priorities and go to work.

The birth of information theory came with its ruthless sacrifice of meaning—the very quality that gives information its value and its purpose. Introducing

Christianity has always insisted that the cross we bear precedes the crown we wear.

Present-day Christians misinterpret the cross when they make it a nonoffensive religious symbol, a decorative object in their homes and churches. The cross, therefore, needs the lynching tree to remind us what it means when we say that God is revealed in Jesus at Golgotha, the place of the skull, on the cross where criminals and rebels against the Roman state were executed. The lynching tree is America's cross.

There can be no war to end wars, because all wars begin other wars. There can be no such thing as a war to save democracy, because all wars destroy democracy. There could have been a peace to save what was left of democracy, but the chance of that came and went in 1919—the saddest year in all the martyrdom of man.