Quotes About Sacrifice

We must be willing to pay a price for freedom.

Alimony: the ransom the happy pay to the devil.

The Pilgrims made seven times more graves than huts. No Americans have been more impoverished than these who, nevertheless, set aside a day of thanksgiving.

Those who are unwilling to invest in the future haven't earned one.

if he cares, he will flay; if he loves, he will slay you

It is easy enough to call men from the edges of the earth. It is easy enough to summon them to my feet with a thought– it is beautiful to see the tall panther and the sleek deer-hounds circle in the dark. It is easy enough to make cedar and white ash fumes into palaces and to cover the sea-caves with ivory and onyx. But I would give up rock-fringes of coral and the inmost chamber of my island palace and my own gifts and the whole region of my power and magic for your glance.

Could beauty be caught and hurt they had done her to death with their sneers in ages and ages past, could beauty be sacrificed for a thrust of a sword, for a piece of thin money tossed up to fall half alloy— then beauty were dead long, long before we saw her face.

I am not Undine for Undine or the Little Mermaid sold her glory for feet. Undine (or the Little Mermaid) couldn't speak after she sold her glory. I will not sell my glory.

Typical of the limitations, even the contradictions of life, is the fact that what is most worth having can often only be had at the peril of life itself.

No matter how much a woman loved a man, it would still give her a glow to see him commit suicide for her.

Shiloh showed him what he could ask of his men, and indeed what he MUST ask of them.

You must do as your people do. If my people are poor, I must be poor. People ask me, 'Why don't you find a personal coach or a private car?' I can't. Then I won't be part of my people.

Aber wenn man unter Einsatz seines Lebens für etwas gekämpft hat, kann man es einfach nicht richtig genießen.

My mother calls once a year to ask when I'm going back to studies. This is Croatian slang for "the money's up.

They cry, "But I WANT to be a writer!" And my head hangs. You are asking to be shot square in the head. You know not what you seek. You ask for bleeding brains and carnage that stains your pillowcase. You ask for jelly in the place of the cartilage in your spine. You ask for kindness that is never returned. You wish to burn alive in the flame of a love unrequited. It's simple. Write.

If our country is worth dying for in time of war let us resolve that it is truly worth living for in time of peace.

more than 150 years later, these crude breastworks are still in place). At dusk the men picked the meatiest of their stringy mules and slaughtered them for a thin gravy dinner. From that day on, this forlorn spot would be known as Mule Hill.

Not by such calculation is human endeavor measured. Sacrifice is nobler than ease, unselfish life is consummated in lonely death, and the world is richer by the gift of suffering.

War, he said, quoting John Stuart Mill, was "an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things….A man who has nothing which he is willing to fight for, nothing which he cares more about than he does about his personal safety, is a miserable creature, who has no chance of being free.

Is it said that too high a price in the lives of men was paid for this knowledge? Not by such calculation is human endeavour measured. Sacrifice is nobler than ease, unselfish life is consummated in lonely death, and the world is richer by the gift of suffering.

Falling in love was simple; one had only to yield. Digesting another person, however, and sustaining love, was bloody work, and not a soft job.

The secret heart is fair devotion's temple; there the saint, even on that living altar, lights the flame of purest sacrifice, which burns unseen, not unaccepted.

Love never reasons, but profusely gives; it gives like a thoughtless prodigal its all, and then trembles least it has done to little.

Love never reasons but profusely gives......gives like a thoughtless prodigal, it's all and trembles then, lest it has done too little.