Quotes About Sacrifice

This is nice,' Melody said, picking up a red leather box with a vintage watch inside. 'Yes, it is nice. It's the watch I gave Walker as a wedding gift.' 'He gave it back?' 'Actually, he sold it back to the person I bought it from who alerted me and I reacquired it.' 'I'm sorry. That sounds upsetting.' 'It was. Very. Especially since he sold the watch to buy combs for my long hair and without knowing what he had done I sold my hair to buy a leather case for this watch.

Her mouth lifted from his, a few inches. "What makes you think…" Iona asked him quietly, "that I would let you die by any hand other than my own?

Ian whirled to attack Duncan. His father had yanked the silver scalpel out of his chest and he drove that scalpel right toward Duncan's heart. And the bastard was smiling as he did it. "Let's see you save someone now, hero." The scalpel sank into his flesh. Duncan glanced down at the weapon. "Isn't it supposed to burn?" Ian's face paled.

If it meant keeping you safe, I'd die in an instant.

You think I wouldn't trade anything for you? Wouldn't do anything for you? Angel, from the first look, I knew I'd fucking wreck this world for you.

Oh, Agent Foxx?" He glanced over his shoulder. "Just be careful," Mercer warned him. The lines near Mercer's eyes deepened. "You don't want Jack's weakness to become your own." Dylan didn't respond because he already knew that message had come too late. Rachel had gotten beneath his skin, and, in order to keep her safe, he'd do just about anything.

I learned to fight hard and to fight dirty when I was a SEAL. There is nothing I won't do to protect you. No line I won't cross. If you believe nothing else, I say, believe this…you will come first for me.

Tucker: Why would you tell me now if it's against the rules? Clara: Because I love you.

Love isn't only passion and joy. It's also sacrifice.

Not everything given away is recoverable.

There is no more somber enemy of good art than the pram in the hall.

Why do ants alone have parasites whose intoxicating moistures they drink and for whom they will sacrifice even their young? Because as they are the most highly socialized of insects, so their lives are the most intolerable.

Does the silkworm expend her yellow laborsFor thee? For thee does she undo herself?Are lordships sold to maintain ladyships,For the poor benefit of a bewildering minute?

Indeed, the price one had to pay to remain true to the logic of History was terrible. One had to behold passively the death of thousands, take on one's conscience the torture of women and children transformed into human torches

It was as if solidarity with them– with people– was pushing me toward the edge, and I could be with them only by falling.

A man has made at least a start on discovering the meaning of human life when he plants shade trees under which he knows full well he will never sit.

The one woman who never gives herself is your free woman, who is always giving herself.

Poverty is easy to bear if it is only temporary, easier still if it is an entirely voluntary burden.

They left their comfortable homes... and fought..., and, because this was bread in their bone, they wanted no fuss.

for these men have given their bodies to be trained to fight. They are going to fight for freedom and justice; they are going to fight for their country; they are going to fight for me. Yes, it comes to that. They are going to fight—and perhaps die—for me and mine, and I can do nothing to show my gratitude. I cannot do anything at all for them.

All war is awful," says Guthrie. "It's a wrong and horrible thing, war is, but we don't need to worry about the rights and wrongs of war. We tried our best for peace. We tried for peace to the absolute limit of honour . . . but you can't have peace when a pack of ravening wolves gets loose . . . Let's talk about Avielochan.

I reply, with all the firmness at my command, that I have certain duties to perform. They may not be spectacular, but they are my small contribution to our war effort . . . and Betty must be educated. . . . Guthrie says, "Why must she be educated? I hate well-educated women, they are always boring.

As she went about her tasks — writing letters, answering telephone calls and putting the house in order — Nell reflected that the war had killed her father just as surely as if he had been shot through the heart by a German bullet. It seemed odd that he, who had stayed at home in peaceful Amberwell, should be the first casualty in the Ayrton family.

She had sunk her whole personality to be Arnold's wife, but even that was not enough, he was still unsatisfied … he took everything and still wanted more. Sometimes Caroline had felt that a woman of stronger, tougher fibre might have made a better wife for Arnold, a woman who could have stood up to him and remained a whole person.