Quotes About Sacrifice

I will carry for you all your pain, for my life would be empty without you.

Even if you break her heart into a million tiny pieces. She will forgive you, bless you, wish you a good life ahead and move on. She will cry alone, and Love you from a distance for the rest of her life, and never beg for a space in your life. That is the heart of a woman who loves from the depths of her soul. And will never force you to love her in return.

If only my heart could be the reflection of your heart. I could see it sacrifices itself for the good of others.

there not enough of merit in the blood of Jesus to save thousands of worlds, if it was for these worlds that he died? Now

The sons shaped their feet with the shoes of their fathers. To the plight of their mothers, the daughters surrendered their dreams." —"THE RIVER," LARRY D. THOMAS

In your relationships you sacrificed your autonomy to gain security and wound up with neither.")

Physical death is only one form of dying. There are other forms of dying: We die whenever fear governs our choices. We die when we sacrifice growth for security. We die whenever we choose a convenient certainty over an inconvenient mystery.

Was a particular person a "saint" because she sacrificed her own journey in service to others; was her life as lived in fact her authentic journey, or was she driven by complexes so powerful as to render her incapable of choosing anything else?

To serve the gods, not the ego, not the tribe, not one's parents, not one's prior picture, is to transform.

He had studied, and worked, and slaved, and eaten untold buckets of shit, to have this opportunity.

But thats not love, he thought, thats not what she wants, nor what any of them want, they do not want you to find yourself in them, they want instead that you should lose yourself in them. And yet, he thought, they are always trying to find themselves in you.

It was not true that all men killed the things they loved. What was true was that all things killed the men who loved them. Which, after all, was as it should be.

We've built a million kitchens, For the cooks to burn our beans; We've walked a hundred million miles, We've cleaned out camp latrines. If we ever get to heaven, the angels all will yell: Take a front seat, Men of Schofield, You've done your hitch in hell.

He was also wondering, as he dressed, at the humiliations men will suffer for a woman that they will not suffer for any other thing, even for their politics.

Let my country die for me.

The demand that I make of my reader is that he should devote his whole life to reading my works.

I think he died for me, she answered.

obedience in the womb, chastity in the tomb but involuntary poverty all his days.

I am the fire upon the altar. I am the sacrificial butter.

He had to undress and then kneel and say his own prayers before the gas was lowered so that he might not go to hell when he died.

You die for your country... I say: Let my country die for me. Up to the present it has done so. I didn't want it to die. Damn death. Long live life.

He thought, but not for long, of soldiers and sailors, whose legs had been shot off by cannonballs, ending their days in some pauper ward, and of cardinal Wolsey's words: If I had served my God as I have served my king He would not have abandoned me in my old days.

It is dangerous to abandon one's own country, but it is more dangerous still to return to it, for then your fellow country-men, if they can, will drive a knife into your heart.

But this is the point. You die for your country, suppose. (He places his arm on Private Carr's sleeve.) Not that I wish it for you. But I say: Let my country die for me. Up to the present it has done so. I don't want it to die. Damn death. Long live life!