Quotes About Sacrifice

My God, I almost didn't reach him in time. Had I arrived just a few seconds later--" West took a shuddering breath and averted his face. "He wouldn't have done this before, you know. He used to have more sense than to risk his neck for someone else. Especially strangers. The numbskull.

He wouldn't have done this before, you know. He used to have more sense than to risk his neck for someone else. Especially strangers. The numbskull." Kathleen smiled. Swallowing back the tightness in her throat, she reached out and smoothed his hair back. "My dear friend," she whispered, "I'm sorry to have to say this…but you would have done the same thing.

I'm doing all this for Luke's sake. And yours." "For my sake?" Startled out of my rising anger, I gave him a round-eyed glance. "There's not much I wouldn't do for you, Ella," he said quietly. "Haven't you figured that out yet?" -Jack & Ella

A humbling thought occurred to her. When you meet the right man, the list of things you would never do suddenly becomes much shorter.

Maybe when you're married, you'll have a better idea of what desperate lengths you'll go to...for your sake,I hope not.

At the first realization that Annabelle was ill, he had felt his chest turn painfully hollow, as if his heart had been seized for ransom. There had been no question in his mind that he would do whatever was necessary to make her safe and comfortable. And in the moments when Annabelle had struggled to breathe, staring at him with eyes bright with pain and fear, he would have done anything for her. Anything.

Dying in her arms … cradled against her as he relinquished his scarred soul to the darkness … Win would be the last thing he would ever feel, see, hear. Had there been any tears in him, he would have wept in gratitude.

As you yourself once said, Devon is carrying a heavy burden. There's nothing in this world I want badly enough to be willing to do what my brother is doing. Which means I have no choice but to support him." Kathleen nodded glumly. "Now you're being practical.

I'm not good enough for you. But no one is. And most men, good or bad, have limits to what they would do, even for someone they love. I have none. No God, no moral code, no faith in anything. Except you. You're my religion. I would do anything you asked. I would fight, steal, kill for you. I would—

I'd choose spending a few minutes with you and dying tomorrow over having a lifetime without you". -Justin Vallerand

The question, love, is whether you want me enough to take the risk.

I know I'm a bad bargain. But I'm begging you to have me anyway. Because I want a chance to make you as happy as you make me. I want to build a life with you." He fought to steady his voice. "Please come to me, Cat, because there's no surviving you. You don't have to love me back. You don't have to be mine. Just let me be yours.

What Owen would have said if he'd had time to think about it was that Luna thought too hard about being good. Thinking about being good didn't make you good. Sacrificing individual happiness didn't make the world a better place.

But she understood from watching her mother that there was a cost to beauty—you were chained to it for years, and when it finally released you, you didn't know who you were anymore.

They were bound by the most ancient law of all. He had fought and killed for her. She was his.

The problem is people don't want to make the sacrifice. They have no long term thinking. But the difficulty is, if you don't put the brakes on your spending NOW, it'll only be far worse later on down the line.

The fear of displeasing God and failing our religious responsibilities is so great that it pushes most members to do anything for the priesthood. For many women, this means they must sacrifice their own desires, needs, and feelings to conform to those of their husband and their religious beliefs.

Mark's navigating dark and stormy waters, and I'm either going to pull him out, or drown with him. I don't know which.

the minute he'd said 'yes' to this assignment, Royce had said 'no' to Lauren.

In our country we call this type of mother love teng ai. My son has told me that in men's writing it is composed of two characters. The first means pain; the second means love. That is a mother's love.

If it is perfectly acceptable for a widow to disfigure herself or commit suicide to save face for her husband's family, why should a mother not be moved to extreme action by the loss of a child or children? We are their caretakers. We love them. We nurse them when they are sick. . . But no woman should live longer than her children. It is against the law of nature. If she does, why wouldn't she wish to leap from a cliff, hang from a branch, or swallow lye?

You had to admire a guy who wanted to keep you from death.

Patience--"It's just that you needn't have gone to all the trouble." Matthew--"Trouble? What trouble is that, Patience?" His eyes dropped to her mouth. "Don't you see? You're no trouble to me." He lifted his gaze back to hers. "And even if you were, I would go to the ends of the earth to be troubled by you.

Then she will do so, without question, because she knows that whatever the reason for his bidding, even if it be to punish her, it comes out of his love for her.