Quotes About Sacrifice

Don't you know that you are my whole life? But I know no peace and cannot give you any. All of myself, my love...yes. I cannot think of you and myself separately. You and I are one for me.

Children are a torment, nothing more.

The only certain happiness in life is to live for others.

In Varenka she saw that it was only necessary to forget oneself and to love others in order to be at peace, happy, and lovely. And such a person Kitty wished to be. Having now clearly understood what was most important, Kitty was not content merely to delight in it, but immediately with her whole should devoted herself to this newly-revealed life.

Send anyone who preaches war to a special frontline legion -into the assault, into the attack, ahead of everyone.

after the murder of the duc there was one martyr more in heaven and one hero less on earth

But tie yourself up with a woman and, like a chained convict, you lose all freedom! And all you have of hope and strength merely weighs you down and torments you with regret.

Parents now are not expected to live at all, but to exist altogether for their children.

A little further on, you see an old soldier changing his linen. His face and body are of a sort of cinnamon-brown color, and gaunt as a skeleton. He has no arm at all; it has been cut off at the shoulder. He is sitting with a wideawake air, he puts himself to rights ; but you see, by his dull, corpse-like gaze, his frightful gaunt-ness, and the wrinkles on his face, that he is a being who has suffered for the best part of his life.

Vous êtes blessé?" Napoleon had asked him. "Je vous demande pardon, sire, je suis tué," the adjutant had replied. And with these words he had fallen from his horse and had died instantly.

in every man, there were two beings: one the spiritual, seeking only that kind of happiness for him self which should tend towards the happiness of all; the other, the animal man, seeking only his own happiness, and ready to sacrifice to it the happiness of the rest of the world.

i wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. i wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love. i felt in myself a superabundance of energy which found no outlet in our quiet life. i suffered most from the feeling that custom was daily petrifying our lives into one fixed shape, that our minds were losing their freedom and becoming enslaved to the steady passionless course of time.

They could not understand the self denial of our emperor, who wants nothing for himself and everything for the good of the world.

If there were no magnanimity in war, we'd go to it only when it was worth going to certain death, as now. . . . We must take this terrible necessity sternly and seriously. That's the whole point: to cast off the lie, and if it's war it's war, and not a game.

He imposes the cross. He also gives the strength

you talk of Bonaparte—why, when he was working toward his goal, he went forward step by step; he was free; he had nothing except his goal to consider, and he attained it. But tie yourself to a woman and you're bound hand and foot—all freedom gone.

wealth, power, and life—all that men so painstakingly acquire and guard—if it has any worth has so only by reason of the joy with which it can all be renounced.

Sin embargo, nos queda un medio de salvación: la sangre vertida por el Hijo Unigénito de Dios, que por nosotros sufrió tantos tormentos; pues bien, hermanos, demos gracias a Dios que nos envió a su Hijo sacrosanto. Su divina sangre...

self-abnegation

They died out there, in countless numbers, not for government officials in Berlin, but for their old countries, gilded by the centuries, and for their common fatherland, Europe, the Europe of Virgil and Ronsard, the Europe of Erasmus and Nietzsche, of Raphael and Dürer, the Europe of St. Ignatius and St. Theresa, the Europe of Frederick the Great and Napoleon Bonaparte.

WE MUST, all of us, be prepared for the most terrible. Is not death, in the midst of humiliation, a way to give oneself even more? Sacrifice admits of neither calculation nor reserve. If I had lied like the rest where would I have landed? Yet, I believe even so, more than ever, only the idealists can change the world. The soul that remains is the soul.

La grandeza nunca es en vano. Las virtudes ganadas con dolor y sacrificio son más fuertes que el odio y la muerte. Como el sol que sale de las noches profundas, tarde o temprano brillarán

Solo saldremos de esta decadencia con una inmensa rectificación moral, volviendo a enseñar a los hombres a amar, a sacrificarse, a vivir, a luchar y a morir por un ideal superior

Lo único que importa es la fe, la confianza ardiente, la ausencia total de egoísmo e individualismo, la tensión de todo el ser hacia el servicio, por ingrato que sea, en cualquier lugar, de todos modos, una causa que va más allá del hombre, preguntándole todo, prometiéndole nada