Quotes About Sacrifice

No prize was to reward the sacrifices of the combatants. Victory was to be bought so dear as to be almost indistinguishable from defeat.

No war is so sanguinary as the war of exhaustion.

if only the Generals had not been content to fight machine-gun bullets with the breasts of gallant men, and think that that was waging war.

We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our Island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender.

Still, if you will not fight for the right when you can easily win without bloodshed, if you will not fight when your victory will be sure and not too costly, you may come to the moment when you will have to fight with all the odds against you and only a precarious chance of survival. There may even be a worse case. You may have to fight when there is no hope of victory, because it is better to perish than live as slaves.

The unnatural principle of human sacrifice was carried by the British Druids to a ruthless pitch. The mysterious priesthoods of the forests bound themselves and their votaries together by the most deadly sacrament that men can take. Here, perhaps, upon these wooden altars of a sullen island, there lay one of the secrets, awful, inflaming, unifying, of the tribes of Gaul. And whence did this sombre custom come?

Ten million homes awaited the return of the warriors. A hundred cities prepared to acclaim their triumphs. But all were defeated; all were stricken; everything that they had given was given in vain. The hideous injuries they inflicted and bore, the privations they endured, the grand loyalties they exemplified, all were in vain. Nothing was gained by any.

What combination of events could ever bring back again to France and Flanders the formidable Canadians of the Vimy Ridge; the glorious Australians of Villers-Bretonneux; the dauntless New Zealanders of the crater-fields of Passchendaele; the steadfast Indian Corps which in the cruel winter of

The Home Guard overtopped the million mark, and when rifles were lacking grasped lustily the shotgun, the sporting rifle, the private pistol, or, when there was no firearm, the pike and the club. No Fifth Column existed in Britain, though a few spies were carefully rounded up and examined. What few Communists there were lay low. Everyone else gave all they had to give.

The Germans met them in overwhelming strength, and furious fighting began. All but five of the landing party were killed or captured.

We shall not flag or fail! We shall go on to the end. We shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air. We shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be! We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender!

millions shed their blood or perished in the greatest of all human contentions some twenty years ago. Merciful oblivion draws its veils; the crippled limp away; the mourners fall back into the sad twilight of memory. New youth is here to claim its rights, and the perennial stream flows forward even in the battle zone, as if the tale were all a dream.

this had been a war, not of governments, but of peoples. The whole life-energy of the greatest nations had been poured out in wrath and slaughter.

The price, after all, for not having died already goes up not in leaps but step by step, and he would pay that price, too.

Justo castigo Me pregunté qué medio elegiría exactamente el Destino para cobrarse su inevitable tributo. ¿Me quedaría ciego? ¿O acabaría parapléjico? ¿Qué horrible prenda tendría Harold Cohen para pagar, para que el cosmos pudiese proseguir su armoniosa trayectoria? Pero todo eso vendría más adelante.

So she sells her hair to buy him a watch fob and he sells his watch to buy combs for her hair. The moral I drew was you're always safer giving cash.

Mia was proud to advertise herself as a mom willing to adopt a child with cerebral palsy, but the dedication and work involved fell to the other kids.

I shouldn't have had the waiter debone my fish," she once said at Lutèce. Horrified, I asked, "You don't want the bones put back?" I braced myself. Would I have to make that request? But anything for that woman because I did love her.

He is one of the few men at the club who witnessed a human sacrifice and would have found it barbaric if the victim had not been an insurance salesman.

Well, it's hard to compromise for anybody in life. It's a very unpleasant pill to swallow, the pill of compromise.

You can live to be a hundred if you give up all things that make you want to live to a hundred.

Tú crees que sea pecado comulgar varias veces en un día? Es un abuso, ya sé, pero igual lo emparejas dando más limosna.

La última vez que hice esto tenía un sacerdote enfrente. Y tenía una maleta llenísima de dólares, lista para salvarme del Infierno.

What angers me are all those kings who are fabled for the heaps of gold in their coffers, and their freedom from trouble and pain. I have a different vision. I say that the true leader shuns luxury and ease. Once in power, he should want to work harder than ever.