Quotes About Sacrifice

She had given him up. That was the hard condition of his being and of all commerce between them.

When you refuse the devil, you always think you'll get another chance, another offer. A final refusal feels like a penalty of a different kind.

We give anonymously because the sackfuls of thank-you letters break our hearts with their clumsy handwriting and hopeless phonetic spelling.

What's wrong? he said. I'll tell you what's wrong: you're killing us. But I thought that's what you wanted? We did, my mother wept, but not this way. It hadn't occurred to me until that moment, but I seemed to have come full circle. What started as a dodge had inadvertently become my life's work, an irony I never could have appreciated had my extraordinary parents not put me through Princeton.

I read yesterday that when starved for food, the humpback cricket will chew off its own legs. If they regenerated this might be a half-decent idea, but they don't. So it eats its legs, and, unable to escape danger, it promptly gets eaten itself. That so seems like something I would do.

A child, a fifth-grader, has been used and discarded, a monstrous sacrifice to an unmistakable evil.

Next, the bystanders saw something large and dark fall from one of the windows. "Someone's in there, all right," said a voice in the crowd. "He's trying to save his best cloth." When the next bundle began falling, the onlookers realized that it was a human being.

He argued that the general had been sacrificed to appease the proslavery sentiment of the border states and because of Lincoln's constitutional conservatism.

During times of peace, the sons bury their fathers, but in war it is the fathers who send their sons to the grave. —HERODOTUS, THE HISTORY

liberty was a tree which had to be watered occasionally with the blood of patriots?

It was only in stupid stories written by idiots that good triumphed unscathed and only the evil died. She'd known that, but where did it say her people must always be the ones to pay for victory? Her

Eleven men and women, exhausted, battered, and armed with captured weapons, against fifty battle-armored foes desperate to kill them. Every one of those eleven knew exactly what their odds of living through the next three minutes were, but it didn't matter. They were all that stood between six hundred civilians and cold-blooded murder, and Alicia's green eyes were hard as she watched the gaps being punched through the western wall. Make it count, people, she said, almost conversationally.

We'll remember we're Marines

He was like a sheep being led to be killed. He was quiet, as a lamb is quiet while its wool is being cut; he never opened his mouth. He was shamed and was treated unfairly. He died without children to continue his family. His life on earth has ended.

True Love Isn't Hearts & Flowers. It's Blood & Guts & Bouquets Of Barbed Wire

People who go to work every day, make sacrifices to raise families, and get through life without hurting other people if they can help it-those are the real heros.

When we love someone, we're held hostage by fate, because if we lose that person, then we, too, are lost.

Riots come and go, wars come and go, but under the tumult, day after day, century after century, millions of people are doing nice things for one another, making sacrifices, mostly small things, but it's all those little kindnesses that hold civilization together, all those people who live quiet lives and never make the news.

The wives of Spartans are the secret pillars of the world.--Odd Thomas

But once a dead God, always a dead God, even resurrected. The Son must have the taste of death forever in His mouth. The Trinity must be tainted by it; there must be a certain stench at the right hand of God the Father. The horror must be real. Why would God wish that upon Himself ? Why not leave death to the mortals? Why make dirty what is beautiful, spoil what is perfect? Love.

Por qué iba a someterse Dios a algo así? ¿Por qué no dejar la muerte para los mortales? ¿Por qué tuvo que ensuciar lo que era bello, estropear la perfección? -Por amor...

Si la rose savait que sa grâce et sa beauté la conduisent droit dans un vase, elle serait la première à trancher la gorge avec sa propre épine.

La coppia è la prova più terribile che Dio possa affliggerci.

Grant me immoderation, the only way to save what we can of what we're given. The hell with equity.