Quotes About Sacrifice

May I accept upon myself the defeat / And offer to others the victory"—Chekawa

If you do not thoroughly exchange Your own happiness with others' suffering, You will not become a buddha. Even in samsara there will be no happiness.178

I stayed alive for you, and you. But you killed me anyway.

People search in vain forever to find what we've got. I don't know shit about anything, Jenna, and I might be inexperienced, but I know you'll never love anyone like you love me.' 'I won't she,' she whispered. 'And yet you can leave me so easily for a baby you don't have and a husband you've never met. I'm here, I'm real, and I just lost to a goddamn fantasy. I must've never really had you at all.

Years ago, she'd thought love wasn't real unless it drew blood

Billie and Jay flung themselves at each other like pigskin-crazed quarterbacks from opposing teams—unflinching, unmindful of the outcome, and likely to suffer a concussion.

I'm man enough to say I'm pussy-whipped," said Eric. "If she showed up here, snapped her fingers, and was like, 'E, it's time to go,' I'd ask no questions and dead-ass bounce, son. I am not ashamed.

won't," she whispered. "And yet you can leave me so easily for a baby you don't have and a husband you've never met. I'm here, I'm real, and I just lost to a goddamned fantasy. I must've never really had you at

I took a closer look. Jesus had piercing blue eyes, dark hair that hung in a flawless mess, his body was emaciated and taut, his hands and feet dripped with blood, and nothing but a gauzy loincloth hid what looked like a nice package underneath. "Sexy," I said. "He looks like a rock star.

I didn't want to go through all the shit anymore- the feeling of being so fucking in love every single day that it hurt like a gunshot in your gut. Who the hell would want to feel like that for the rest of their life?

That's why you have to save the dying man. Because you want him around to keep saving you.

Made me want to pour rubber cement all over my chest and then lay down on top of her so that we'd be stuck together, and so it would hurt like hell if we ever tried to tear ourselves apart.

Jacob, if you want the milk, you have to buy the cow a meal.

I showed up, shut up, and made it work. But it felt like compromise. And if you ask me, compromise feels like amputation.

The Lakota unburdened themselves of hair, of fingers, cut into their flesh to temporarily escape the grief of a loved one's death. I saw this on A Man Called Horse and in Dances with Wolves. But as far as I knew, no one in my immediate family had ever done this. My mother was worth far more than a hank of hair. She was worth my spine. My eyes. My womb.

I think it's sad to me that I had to make a decision to not play the game that I feel like I'm best at and that I love. But if it was just about the game itself, I'd be there in a heartbeat. But that's not how the real world works.

Without fanfare or ceremony, Laura Mae Corrigan began funneling all her money—an average of two thousand dollars a month—into her charity for wounded French soldiers. She would earn among those veterans the title of the "American Angel.

Women are traditionally trained to place others' needs first… their satisfaction to be in making it possible for others to use their abilities.

John Calvin says, "No one gives himself freely and willingly to God's service unless, having tasted his fatherly love, he is drawn to love and worship him in return.

Oh, where has your love to mankind carried you? Had you sent creatures to serve us, prophets to advise us, angels to minister to us; had you come to visit us, to weep for us, that would have been a great mercy. But you came yourself, and you came to lay down your lifeblood, all for your people. That you should be cursed, that we might be blessed; forsaken, that we might not be forsaken; condemned, that we might be acquitted:

Sacrifice becomes an opportunity to express our delight in God. What we give up seems small in comparison to what we're gaining.

the nation's transition from a culture molded by sacrifice and hard work to a bunch of cranky, unobliged brats.

I wouldn't know what to do on a date. I don't have the time. To make a relationship work, I'd have to give something up, and I'm not so sure I'm willing to do that.

I think it's important to remember that people don't set their lives on fire. They don't walk away from their extraordinarily, extraordinarily comfortable lives ... for no reason.