Quotes About Sacrifice

Please,' I say to the dirt floor of the brugh, to the earth itself. 'I will do whatever you want. I will give up the crown. I will make any bargain. Just please fix him. Help me break the curse.' I concentrate and concentrate, but the magic doesn't come.

Don't have gold?' calls an antlered shopkeeper. 'Pay with a lock of hair, a year of your life, a dream you wish to never have again.

Come with me beneath the waves,' she calls to him. 'Drown with me in delight.' He laughs a little shakily. 'A compelling offer, but I must see my quest to its conclusion.

Let me make you an offer, little goat. We spar. If you lose, my cap is returned to me, unburnt. I continue to hunt as I have. And you give me your littlest finger.' 'To eat?' I ask, taking the flame away from the hat. 'If I like,' she returns. 'Or to wear like a brooch. What do you care what I do with it? The point is that it will be mine.

They'd probably be happier if he did," he told me. "I'm the reason my father is in exile. The reason my mother married him in the first place. My one sister and her girlfriend had to take care of me when I was little, even though they were barely more than kids themselves. My other sister almost got killed lots of times to keep me safe. Things will be easier without me around. They'll see that.

Rzecz w tym, ?e gdy czego? wyj?tkowo mocno pragniemy, gotowi jeste?my zaryzykowa? prawie wszystko.

I was never going to be happy with you," Mom told him. "Your world isn't for people like me." The tall man regarded her for a long moment. "You made vows," he said finally. She lifted her chin. "And then I renounced them.

I have been Madoc's protégé and Dain's creature. I don't know how to win any other way but theirs. It is no recipe for being a hero, but it is a recipe for success. I know how to drive a knife through my own hand. I know how to hate and be hated. And I know how to win the day, provided I am willing to sacrifice everything good in me for it.

I think of how he would hate to be trapped like this. How unfair it would be for me to keep him this way and call it love.

There's always something left to lose

It's okay to want something that's going to hurt, I remind myself.

Of course, my queen. Whatever is mine is yours.

every night for seven months and seven days, he must bring her a cube of fresh human flesh. He may cut it from himself or from another, whichever he prefers.

After all the humiliations I have suffered, all the things I have done for my mistresses at their commands, here I am in a dirty human restaurant, serving coffee to fools. For Kaye. Because I am free to. Because I think it would please her. Because I think it would make her laugh.' 'It's definitely going to make her laugh,' Corny said. 'Thus I am saved from my own grim self,' Roiben said, shrugging his shoulders, a small smile lifting his mouth.

I remember his words from the revel: Do you love me enough to give me up? Isn't that a test of love? I guess she passed the test, and I failed.

I would settle for even his worst self, his cruelest trickster self, if only he could be here.

Siempre hay algo que perder

Surely the idea of a few more months tied to me can't be such a hardship that you'd like to tie yourself to me for years.

Jusqu'à ce que chacun de nous renonce à l'autre

Having only recently stopped playing the villain, Cardan thinks again of the winding path of decisions that bought him to this unlikely place, here with her, racing over the sky, planning to end trouble, instead of making more of it.

I look down at my sisters, hurrying through the snow. My sisters, who despite everything, came for me.

He rises from the throne. "Come, have a seat." His voice is replete with danger, lush with menace. The flowering branches have sprouted thorns so thickly that petals are barely visible. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he asks. "What you sacrificed everything for. Go on. It's all yours.

Oak's hooves clatter against the floor, and then he's on his knees in front of me, all golden hair and fox eyes and worry. 'Wren,' he breathes, reaching through the iron bars, even though they singe his wrists. His fingers run through my hair.

There is always something to lose.