Quotes About Sacrifice

Will you buy my hair?

And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest.

Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?

And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.

Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year—what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.

One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.

Mato de hambre al amor, para que devore lo que encuentre.

In my house there were more dead than living. My mother, a thousand-year-old girl, mother of the world, my orphan, self-sacrificing, ferocious, stubborn, provident, titmouse, bitch, ant, wild boar, love letter with spelling mistakes; my mother: bread I'd slice with her own knife each day.

better to be stoned in the plaza than to turn the mill that squeezes out the juice of life, that turns eternity into empty hours, minutes into prisons, and time into copper coins and abstract shit

Ahora bien, todo desprendimiento provoca una herida

The atoning work of Christ lays the foundation of sanctification

Today I shall give myself in sacrifice and work; for tomorrow I will have nothing to give and there will be none to receive.

Men endured so much for war, but for peace they dared nothing.

Jesus said take up your cross and follow Me, but He didn't ast us to go out and nail ourselves to a board.

I gladly sacrifice pear-shaped tones in favor of down-to-earth emotion.

Heros aren't defined by the way they die but how they live.

For some, a hero wears a spandex suit and a cape. My heroes wear flak jackets, flight suits, and combat boots.

SGT Steven C. Ganczewski, a Ranger in editor Chuck Holton's unit, had been asked by a high-school guidance counselor why a young man with his potential would join the Army. Someone with his potential--as if selfless service, even to the point of giving one's life for a cause greater than any one of us--is somehow beneath one's potential. Thankfully, Patrick Henry and George Washington didn't feel that way in 1775.

For a radical Jihadist, this fight is all about dying the right way while killing an infidel. For us, it's all about living the right way because all the dying necessary was done for us two thousand years ago on a hill called Calvary.

Americans don't fight for gold or oil or colonial conquest; we fight for an idea—liberty.

Today those who stand, almost alone, against the Jihadis are young American soldiers, sailors, airmen, Guardsmen, and Marines. We should thank God that they still volunteer to serve.

Those who give too much are always expected to give more, and blamed when they reach the point of refusal.

But you must sacrifice your individuality,' Guy told her. 'It's nothing but egoism. You must unite with other right-thinking, self-abnegating people – then you can achieve anything.' The idea filled her with gloom.

The war had deprived people of free will. They must do what they were told.