Quotes About Sacrifice

To part with money is a sacrifice beyond almost all men endowed with a sense of order. There is scarcely any man alive who does not think himself meritorious for giving his neighbour five pounds. Thriftless gives, not from a beneficent pleasure in giving, but from a lazy delight in spending. He would not deny himself one enjoyment; not his opera-stall, not his horse, not his dinner, not even the pleasure of giving Lazarus the five pounds.

To part with money is a sacrifice beyond almost all men endowed with a sense of order. There is scarcely any man alive who does not think himself meritorious for giving his neighbour five pounds.

Love gives every gift whereby we long to live: Love takes every gift, and nothing back doth give.

Y en una sociedad que se niega a ver a los combatientes como iguales; donde se niega que haya guerra, donde unos mueren asesinados y otros mueren dados de baja, donde los soldados pobres son sacrificados como patriotas y los rebeldes pobres son sacrificados como monstruos, no hay manera de exigirles a los enemigos que se comporten como héroes homéricos.

Así son estas guerras: veinte muertos enemigos no compensan una muerte propia, pero la herida de la traición es la más honda, no sólo por el abatimiento que causa sino por la amenaza que proyecta

Machiavelli said a prince had to transcend traditional morality for the greater good of those he led.

There is no such thing as a soldier. I see death as a private event, the destruction of the universe in the brain and in the senses of one man, and I cannot see any man's death as a contributing factor in the success or failure of a military campaign.

I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.

All causes shall give way: I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.

You cannot, sir, take from me any thing that I will more willingly part withal: except my life, except my life, except my life.

She loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have used.

Romeo, Romeo. Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name.

I am your wife if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow You may deny me, but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.

I am afeard there are few die well that die in battle, for how can they charitably dispose of anything when blood is their argument?

Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you? Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.

I'll give my jewels for a set of beads, My gorgeous palace for a hermitage, My gay apparel for an almsman's gown, My figured goblets for a dish of wood, My scepter for a palmer's walking staff My subjects for a pair of carved saints and my large kingdom for a little grave.

for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.

Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield Thy crazed title to my certain right. LYSANDER You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him.

And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. For he to day that sheds his blood with me, shall be my brother.

Oh, thou did'st then ne'er love so heartily. If thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run inot, Thou has not loved. Of if thou has't not sat as I do now, Wearying they hearer in thy mistress's praise, Thou has not loved. Of if thou hast not broke from company Abruptly, as my passion now makes me, Thou has not loved. (Silvius)

A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.

I will go tell him of Hermia's flight: Then to the wood will he to-morrow night Pursue her; and for this intelligence If I have thanks, it is a dear expense: But herein mean I to enrich my pain, To have his sight thither and back again.

Let her hang me: he that is well hanged in this world needs to fear no colours.