Quotes About Sacrifice

Killing is easy, said Mo, Dying is harder...

There it was, that familiar fear, love's terrible price.

What else but death could you hope to reap when you gave your heart to a mortal?

And this time he would have said it, right? I love you. So much. Too much. But that was forbidden. For all time. The Elf would take his heart in payment.

That was what made fighting so easy - you could always choose death rather than captivity.

Their dust was in high demand, as it gave sweet dreams, but Tabetha couldn't afford to get lost in them. Those dreams were only lies anyway, and waking up from them only made facing reality harder.

Er hatte ihr das Leben gerettet. Es gab nur einen Weg, diese Schuld zu begleichen. Sie würde dasselbe eines Tages für ihn tun. Jacob.

I don't know much about killing, but for you I'd learn!

Tapi suatu saat nanti dia mungkin akan semiskin tikus karena membelanjakan semua uangnya untuk membeli buku. Aku takut dia juga tak akan ragu menjual jiwanya jika ada iblis yang bisa memberikan buku yang diinginkannya

A wedding, a daughter in payment, and a white dress to hide all the bloody battlefields.

What about you?" inquired Lobosch. "You're not afraid, are you, Krabat?" "More than you guess," said Krabat. "And not for myself alone." Otfried Preussler, The Satanic Mill

He simply didn't see the world as it really was, that was the explanation - neither the world nor the people he felt so sorry for. Because if you did see them for what they were, what on earth would make you want to fight and even die for them?

You're paying the price now, Elinor,' she often told herself these days. Paying the price for the happiness of those last months. Didn't books always say that, too: that there's always a price to pay for happiness? How could she ever have thought she would simply find it and be allowed to keep it?

Love was a luxury you paid for with far too much pain.

The girl and the book?" Mo held Meggie close again. "Of course. Now Capricorn can be sure I'll do what he wants.

You just have to make a hero believe you're on the side of what's right and just, and he'll go trotting after you like a lamb to the slaughter.

Ofelia could still hear Mercedes crying while the blood of the dying girl in her arms was dripping down into the well. She recognized the lullaby Mercedes hummed. And then... Ofelia smiled - oh, so faintly - and then could hear no more. And Mercedes bent over the dead girl and sobbed until the dark hard was wet with her tears.

Sai bene come finiscono gli eroi. Non hanno né mogli né figli, e non diventano vecchi.

The reason there's no use looking," said Mr. Beaver, "is that we know already where he's gone!" Everyone stared in amazement. "Don't you understand?" said Mr. Beaver. "He's gone to her, to the White Witch. He has betrayed us all." C. S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

If I were to be made a knight," said the Wart, staring dreamily into the fire, "I should … pray to God to let me encounter all the evil in the world in my own person, so that if I conquered there would be none left, and, if I were defeated, I would be the one to suffer for it." "That would be extremely presumptuous of you," said Merlin, "and you would be conquered, and you would suffer for it." T. H. White, The Sword in the Stone

Every wonderful thing in our world has a fight in its history: our rights, our good fortune, our happiness. All that is sweet was paid for, once upon a time, by principled people who risked everything to change the world for the better.

Imagine trying to hold the tail of a comet as it blazes across the heavens. It's burning your hands, eating you up, but there's no malice in it; a comet can't possibly know or care about you. You will sacrifice all you are or ever will be for that comet because it suffuses every inch of your skin with a sweet itch you cannot catch, and through its grace you discover velocities you never dreamt possible.

She resembled Anna Karenina, the kind of woman that if you want to kill, you have to hit with a train.

If Paradise lies beneath the feet of the mothers -those tender feet of Dodola- then it's Hell that waits beneath mine.