Quotes About Sacrifice

Les enfants absorbent notre vie, er la désagrègent. Les enfants nous entraînent au désastre, c'est une loi.

Un matrimonio es como una ciénaga peligrosa que succiona sin fin las faltas de los cónyuges.

Su angustia no era común a todas las mujeres en el acto de la entrega. Y con ella ocurrió solamente en aquella única vez. El hilo de plata estaba cortado, la taza de oro destruida.

She was not a living doll, for there could be no living doll; but, so as not to shame an old man no longer a man, she had been made into a living toy. No, not a toy: for the old men, she could be life itself. Such life was, perhaps, life to be touched with confidence.

Si Fusako y las niñas hubiesen sido abandonadas, no les habría quedado otra salida que el suicidio. Pero los hombres, aunque se encuentren en una situación muy difícil, siempre tendrán una mujer que quiera morir con ellos.

Si può cadere vivi nell'inferno per non precipitarvi chi si ama.»

Peace may sound simple - one beautiful word - but it requires everything we have, every quality, every strength, every dream, every high ideal.

I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous.

Use your blood to paint. Keep painting until you faint. Keep painting until you die.

When a man finds the woman he really loves, the one he respects and wants to call wife, there is nothing on earth he won't do for her. No mountain he won't hike. No river he won't wade. No door he won't open. She is Eve and there's not a snake crawling that can keep them apart.

Keberanian sejati mengenal rasa takut Dia tahu bagaimana takut kepada apa yang harus ditakuti Orang-orang yang tulus menghargai hidup dengan penuh kecintaan Mereka mendekapnya sebagai permata yang berharga Dan mereka memilih waktu serta tempat yang tepat untuk menyerahkannya Mati dengan penuh kemuliaan

Whichever came first—the act or the myth—human sacrifice is one of history's oldest locomotives. Much of literature is about scapegoats: comedy is the story of expulsion from the point of view of society; tragedy is the same story from the point of view of the outcast.

I need to be blinded, Valya. I was wrong, Valya ... I thought the emotions had perished -- love and devotion and tenderness, but it's all still here, Valya ... Only not for us, all that's left for us is envy and more envy ... Poke out my eyes, Valya, I want to go blind ...

I often wondered: is it some kind of a trade-off? Do others have to lose so we can win?  Ã¢â'¬Â¢

Life was an enormous rucksack so impossibly heavy that, even though it meant losing everything, it was infinitely easier to leave all baggage here on the roadside and walk into the blackness.

Sacrifice was nine tenths of parenting.

For ridding oneself of faith is like boiling seawater to retrieve the salt—something is gained but something is lost.

The story was the price you paid for the rhythm.

I often wondered: is it some kind of a trade-off? Do others have to lose so we can win?

She was in breach of that feminine law that states that no weakness may be shown by a woman to another woman without a sacrifice of equal value being made in return.

Do others have to lose so we can win?

And she had not paid a high price. Only love. Just love. And whatever Corinthians might say, love is not such a hard thing to forfeit, not if you've never really felt it. She did not love Archie, but had made up her mind, from that first moment on the steps, to devote herself to him if he would take her away.

Irie gözlerini devirdi. Bazen insan farkl? olmak ister. Ama bazen de, herkes gibi olmak için, ba??ndaki saç? bile feda etmeye haz?rd?r.

For ridding oneself of faith is like boiling sea-water to retrieve the salt – something is gained but something is lost. Though