Quotes About Sacrifice

Pe treptele îndep?rtate ale altarului cel mare, gol precum trupul domnului, preoÈ›ii zac prosternaÈ›i în È™optit? rug?ciune(...) Ea st? în picioare lâng? mine, palid? È™i rece, înveÈ™mântat? în umbrelele naosului negru ca p?catul, cu cotul fragil la braÈ›ul meu (...)Îi v?d ochii întunecaÈ›i È™i plini de suferin??, frumoÈ™i ca ochii unei antilope. O, ran? nemiloas?! Dumnezeu libidinos!

Introibo ad altare Dei.

The mind generally does not compulsively continue to unearth additional options. It sacrifices concepts in order to reach a speedy decision.

Just as man is destined to die once, and after that to face judgment, so Christ was sacrificed once to take away the sins of many people."28

As I was to learn, patience and latitude and even humility are, paradoxically, the handmaidens of wealth, because virtue is costly only for those who own nothing else.

When you love somebody, you give up making decisions just for yourself.

Gamblers and lovers pay big dues and enjoy limited consolations. But sometimes they are enough.

was learning that when you get close to death, you'll trade everything you own for one more day on earth.

The men and women who protected them and would one day live in Valhalla required no recompense other than their own self-respect.

If you grow up in an alcoholic home, you learn a lesson that never leaves you: The need to satisfy the addiction comes first; everything else is secondary. Daily betrayal becomes a way of life. We

He bore his friends no animus for their innocence, but he hated the Krupps and DuPonts of the world and the politicians who became teary-eyed and saccharine as they waved the flag and sent others to die in the wars they caused.

There are events you witness, or in which you participate, that forever remain sacrosanct and inviolate in memory, no matter how painful that memory is, because of the cost that you or others paid in order to be there in that moment when the camera lens clicked shut.

If we aren't willing to do whatever is required, he said finally, then we risk losing what we have been mandated to protect.

Where Darth Sidious had gained everything, Vader had lost everything.

Palpatine laughed without merriment. "What could you possibly have to offer someone like me?" "Just this." She opened the soft shoulder bag to reveal a humanoid infant of less than a standard year in age. The infant's hairless head was stippled with an array of short but still pliant horns, and its entire body had been garishly and ceremonially tattooed in red and black pigments.

They stood together at the base of a sheer wall four meters high without ledges or toeholds and with nowhere to go. Below, battle droids advanced from both ends of the street, killing the few Lokori that remained standing, painting the street green with their blood and joining forces at the bottom of the fall. Everyone Galen and Lyra had run with was on the ground, dead or wounded.

She has something in her that I thought I had, and now I find I haven't. Pride, or whatever it is. Nothing on earth could make Veda do what I'm going to do.

Don't you know? After she's been Mr. Hannen's candy kid? The one that was going to New York and play the pyanner so they'd all be hollering for her? You think she's going to see them people now, and just be Veda? Not her. She's the queen, or she don't play. She ain't giving no party, and you ain't either." "I've simply got to do something." "Can't you leave her alone?

She may have found a little more than peace. There was something unnatural, a little unhealthy, about the way she inhaled Veda's smell as she dedicated the rest of her life to this child who had been spared, as she resolved that the restaurant must open today, as advertised, and that it must not fail.

It was a long time before Mildred could bring herself to send Veda to bed. She wanted to keep her there, to warm herself in this sunny, carefree friendliness that had never been there before. When the time finally came, she took Veda in herself, and helped her undress, and put her in bed, and held her tight for a moment, still ecstatic at the miracle that had come to pass.

Walter, the time has come. What do you mean, Phyllis? For me to meet my bridegroom. The only one I ever loved. One night I'll drop off the stern of the ship. Then, little by little I'll feel his icy fingers creeping into my heart. ...I'll give you away. What? I mean: I'll go with you.

Leaders don't have to change history, but they do have to change business as usual. To them, the status quo is unacceptable. Leaders challenge the process. They search for opportunities, and they experiment and take risks. Exemplary leaders also know that they have to be willing to make some personal sacrifices in service of a higher purpose.

James M. McPherson

He had been willing to risk war rather than let the nation perish.