Quotes About Sacrifice

He guessed that was what the military was always fighting for, the rights and freedoms of the next generation.

Fort Bragg, Texas.

most things worthwhile in life, you get back what you put into it. Only with faith, you get back a lot more.

most things worthwhile in life, you get back what you put into it.

Then you take her without reservation, disclaimer, parental demands, or otherwise. You take her as she is with all her faults, weaknesses, idiosyncrasies, and requirements. You take her without qualification, with no strings attached by anyone else, because that's what loving someone means.

You know what kind of person it takes to run for President? Not normal. They could start out okay, but by the time they reach that level they've sold their soul to the devil so many times and stomped the guts out of enough people that they are definitely not like you and me, not even close." Frank

Decker had worked his way onto the Cleveland Browns by busting his ass on the practice field, sacrificing his body in idiotic ways that had come back to haunt him in

Where is it written that one should only care about big things? I fought for big things, long ago… for issues, principles, a country. Where are all of them now?... I found out something, you know. I discovered that the big things don't love you back. They take and take, and never give in return. They'll drain your blood, your soul, if you let them, and never let go.

We have earned our peace. It is, by now, more precious than honor, or even pity.

God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.

Her definition of love was obligation and guilt. It was the only love the Crow family had to offer.

Instant enlightenment is to give all your happiness away to others.

Almost everything you do, you do because you are afraid to die. And yet dying is exactly what you are doing, from the moment you are born. Two hours of absorption in a good Super Bowl telecast may distract you temporarily, but the fact remains. You were born as a sacrifice. And you can either participate in the sacrifice, dissolving in the giving of your gift, or you can resist it, which is your suffering.

Bugün ne yap ki, bu gece yataÄŸa girdiÄŸinde, verebileceÄŸin her ÅŸeyi vermiÅŸ ol, en derin ÅŸekilde sevgini sunmuÅŸ ol ve verebileceÄŸin en hakiki armaÄŸanlar?n hepsini sunmuÅŸ ol? Gün be gün bu ÅŸekilde yaÅŸamak ölüme haz?rlanma yoludur. Günlük eylemlerini bu en derin amac?n?n çaÄŸr?s?yla birleÅŸtirdiÄŸinde piÅŸmanl?k duymadan ve onurunla yaÅŸayabilirsin.

Feel through your woman and the world, and die in the giving of your gift.

All I knew was that I would die if he sent me away. He shrugged. You can cut a man's heart out with a shrug, did you know that?

Love, My Goddess loves us all, and she gave up Bhelliom willingly out of that love. Bhelliom can't begin to understand love. In the end that may be our only defense against it.

And a hero isn't someone who doesn't feel fear, they're someone who in spite of their fear does the right thing and really risks their own safety

To be a soldier in combat was to fall in love constantly

The really important kind of freedom involves attention, and awareness, and discipline, and effort, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them, over and over, in myriad petty little unsexy ways, every day. That is real freedom. That is being taught how to think. The alternative is unconsciousness, the default setting, the rat race — the constant, gnawing sense of having had and lost some infinite thing.

Everything I've ever let go of has claw marks on it. (on the wall of a bedroom at a recovery house for alcoholics and drug addicts)

You know, the whole thing about perfectionism. The perfectionism is very dangerous. Because of course if your fidelity to perfectionism is too high, you never do anything. Because doing anything results in...it's actually kind of tragic because you sacrifice how gorgeous and perfect it is in your head for what it really is. And there were a couple of years where I really struggled with that.

You are what you love. No? You are, completely and only, what you would die for without, as you say, the thinking twice.

We are all dying to give our lives away to something, maybe. God or Satan, politics or grammar, topology or philately - the object seemed incidental to this will to give ourselves away, utterly. To games or needles, to some other person. Something pathetic about it. A flight-from in the form of a plunging-into. Flight from exactly what? These rooms, blandly filled with excrement and heat? To what purpose?