Quotes About Sacrifice

Come, Lady, die to live.

I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love   To spite a raven's heart within a dove.

On this side my hand, and on that side yours. Now is this golden crown like a deep well That owes two buckets, filling one another, The emptier ever dancing in the air, The other down, unseen and full of water: That bucket down and full of tears am I, Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.

Let us once lose our oaths to find ourselves, Or else we lose ourselves to keep our oaths

Wisdom! To leave his wife, to leave his babes, His mansion and his titles, in a place From whence himself does fly? He loves us not. He wants the natural touch; for the poor wren, The most diminutive of birds, will fight,             Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. All is the fear and nothing is the love, As little is the wisdom, where the flight So runs against all reason

Oh, Romeo, Romeo! ¿Por qué eres Romeo? Renuncia a tu padre, abjura tu nombre; o, si no quieres esto, jura solamente amarme y ceso de ser una Capuleto.

I had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapor of a dungeon, than keep a corner in the thing I love for others uses.

I have a wife I love. I wish she were in heaven so she could appeal to some power to make this dog Jew change his mind. NERISSA It's nice you're offering to sacrifice her behind her back. That wish of yours could start quite an argument back at home.

To give yourself away keep yourself still, And you must live drawn by your own sweet skill.

And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly, To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.

Men have died from time to time, and words have eaten them, but not for love.

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all, What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call, All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more. Then if for my love thou my love receivest, I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest, But yet be blam'd, if thou this self deceivest By willful taste of what thyself refusest.

For he today who sheds his blood with me shall be my brother.

Romeu, Romeu! Ah! Porque és tu Romeu? Renega o pai, despoja-te do nome; ou então, se não quiseres juro ao menos que amor me tens, porque uma Capuleto deixarei de ser logo.

To cut the head off and then hack the limbs, Like wrath in death and envy afterwards. For Antony is but a limb of Caesar. 165    Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.

That vulture in you to devour so many As will to greatness dedicate themselves, Finding it so inclined.

Master Custard, you must rise and be hanged

If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.

You pay a great deal too dear for what's given freely.

It was the time when the man called Jesus Christ walked the sands, spreading His message. Only a few years before that man would be nailed to a rough wooden cross to die.

the bloodstained shirt he had taken off earlier

No victory, no conquest justified a single death, a man starved, frozen, lacerated, a single orphaned child. All war wanted was itself.

We served the imperative of history as specks of dust in the whirlwind and were privileged to participate in the end of our world.

It's hard for a man to stand and watch an old hound fight against such odds, especially if that man has memories in his heart like I had in mine. I had seen the time when an old hound like that had given his life so that I might life.