Quotes About Sacrifice

I think that the present is worth attention, one shouldn't sacrifice it to future conceptions of, of this future or that future.

The God Gone Mad.

I put food on the table and roof overhead. But I'd trade it all tomorrow for the highway instead.

O altar... não é um lugar de bênção, é um lugar de sacrifício, morte.

You wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.

Humans are cowards; they leave their problems for their children to sort out.

The blunt truth about the politics of climate change is that no country will want to sacrifice its economy in order to meet this challenge.

Even if there were no heaven and there were no hell, would you still follow Jesus? Would you follow him for the life, joy and fulfilment he gives you right now?

True, it has given its life," Rovender said. "But its energy, its spirit, will replenish yours. Respect that and enjoy the meal.

Jesus didn't wait until we got better to die for us. He died when we were in our most unlovely state. The person who doesn't deserve love actually needs love more, not less. If you know someone unworthy of love, that's great! You now have a chance to emulate Christ, because the essence of His love is unconditional.

Ernesto Cata was dead but the Little Fire God lived. The Badger Clan had provided another of its sons to personify this eternal spirit.

When Union litter-bearers climbed out of their trenches, four days after the assault, they found only two men still alive amongst the piles of stinking corpses. One burial party discovered a dead Yankee with a diary in his pocket, the last entry of which read: "June 3. Cold Harbor. I was killed.

We were raised Methodists," Sue said. "But we converted to the Confederacy. There wasn't time for both." "War is hell," Ed deadpanned. "And it just might send us there.

God's power, it turns out, comes in God's willingness to abdicate power. God saves the world through submission to the point of solidarity with human weakness. Jesus' final teaching to his disciples was to wash their feet and then tell them to go and do likewise, to act as servants to the world. Too often, Christians have done just the opposite.

the crucifixion of Jesus, while violent, must be the key to ending violence.

If we can fight the tendency to let it become so familiar that we don't notice it, we can be challenged every week to remember that God doesn't want our bloody victories and that sacrifice doesn't really overcome our rivalries. At least for Christians, that crucifix should be the emblem of the end of violence.

God cannot be bound by a law, a moral code, a universal sense of justice, or a "deep magic from the dawn of time." God could have forgiven us of our sin however God wanted too—with or without the execution of his son.

The New Testament varies widely as well, with the Gospel writers understanding Jesus' death as a Passover sacrifice and the author of Hebrews considering it a Yom Kippur sacrifice. Mixing those two is a bit like putting a Christmas tree up on Easter, which is basically what Paul does in his various letters.

And if he had returned mutilated, ugly, full of infection and horror, she would still have loved him; fed by pity, by a sharing of pain, she would love him even more, and even more, and she would never, never have prayed to God, please let him die if he can't return to me whole and healthy and able to live a normal life . . . If he had died, she would have buried her heart with him.      So what the fuck is the matter with me?

Largely this is a class thing - writers tend to be cosseted little middle-class kiddies who think that the world owes them a royalty cheque. But just doing it - being in your room for years on end, locked in your head, alone with invented ghosts - it weakens and softens the body. And I know I can't just live in my head.

But you have learn to let go, my mother said, 'That's part of it, isn't it?' 'Part of what?' Part of what it means to love someone. To really love someone. If you love someone you just don't see them as an extension of yourself. You don't just love them for what's in it for you.' 'Love means knowing when to let go,' she told me.

Sooner or later, we sell out for money.

Is the Life You're Living Worth the Price You're Paying to Live It?

Get off the cross, we need the wood.