Quotes About Sacrifice

Westley, my passion, my sweet, my only, my own. Come back, come back. I shall kill myself otherwise. Yours in torment, Buttercup.' She looked at Humperdinck. Well? Do you think I'm throwing myself at him? It does seem a bit forward, the Prince admitted. It doesn't leave him a great deal of room to maneuver.

Has it occurred to you that I have gone to great effort and expense, as well as personal sacrifice, to reach this point, the man in black replied. And that if I fail now, I might get very angry. And if she stops breathing in the very near future, it is entirely possible that you will catch the same fatal illness?

The advantage of some is won by an equivalent loss of others.

Such is the Forgotten Man. He works, he votes, generally he prays—but he always pays—yes, above all, he pays.

We shall find that every effort to realize equality necessitates a sacrifice of liberty.

A Princeton student being interviewed by a reporter was questioned about the prospect of American troops going to Afghanistan when the Soviet Union invaded there. "There's nothing worth dying for," was her response. Which means of course that one day she shall have the unpleasant task of dying for nothing.

Which would you rather have, O King—that little golden statue, or a little girl who could run, and laugh, and love you?" "Oh, give me back my little Marygold and I'll give up all the gold I have!" said the king. "I've lost all that was worth having.

With that, Justin and his comrades were beheaded. Justin won the crown of martyrdom he so desired and is today known as Justin Martyr.

Fabian, the bishop of Rome, was decapitated. Julian, a Christian in Cilicia, in Turkey, was stuffed into a leather bag with a number of serpents and scorpions and then thrown into the ocean.

In 250, Decius required that all citizens of the empire must perform a public sacrifice to the emperor. This sacrifice had to be performed with a Roman magistrate as an eyewitness, and a certificate (a libellus) that the task was done had to be issued as well.

The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!

Perhaps the most that can be said is that HCM had become a prisoner of his own creation, a fly in amber, unable in his state of declining influence to escape the inexorable logic of a system that sacrificed the fate of individuals to the higher morality of the master plan.

A people who had so lightly given up their political and cultural and economic freedoms were not, except for a relatively few, going to die or even risk imprisonment to preserve freedom of worship.

If you have sacrificed my nation to preserve the peace of the world," he finally said, "I will be the first to applaud you. But if not, gentlemen, God help your souls!

What is life? Life is the Nation. The individual must die anyway.

What the King conquered, the Prince formed, the Field Marshal defended, the Soldier saved and unified

What is life? Life is the Nation. The individual must die anyway. Beyond the life of the individual is the Nation. But how can anyone be afraid of this moment of death, with which he can free himself from this misery, if his duty doesn't chain him to this Vale of Tears.

Hitler was liquidating the past, with all its frustrations and disappointments. Step by step, and rapidly (as we shall see in detail later), he was freeing Germany from the shackles of Versailles, confounding the victorious Allies and making Germany militarily strong again. This was what most Germans wanted and they were willing to make the sacrifices which the Leader demanded of them to get it: the loss of personal freedom, a Spartan diet ("Guns before Butter") and hard work. By

There were times, Sham felt, when the captains regretted there being only two types of limb they could lose to their obsessions.

Saul was going to kill Anansi. They both knew it. Saul was going to kill Anansi and Loplop and King Rat, and Saul was going to die, all in an effort to prove that he was not his rat-father's son.

If one death'll stop ten, ain't it better? If two deaths'll save a city?

Objects foraged out of Nazis' quarantine, fenced for colossal sums in the black markets of the world outside. Manifs stolen while the partisans fight for liberation, while Thibaut and his comrades face down devils and fascists and errant art, and die.

Don't waste good iron for nails or good men for soldiers

He who sacrifices his conscience to ambition burns a picture to obtain the ashes