Quotes About Sacrifice

My father, too, sacrificed more than I will ever know. As a little girl, I simply adored him and now that I'm grown, I still have to have my weekly "daddy fix." If you passed me on the freeway on any given weekend, you'd see me taking advantage of my free weekend minutes to talk to him on my cell phone.

Every decision you make in life has benefits and consequences. Sometimes you just have to go on faith, and even that comes at a price. It means you have to give up the idea that you're the one in charge of the universe.

Life never is just about what you want. Seldom ever.

The events these two have weathered make me marvel. This is what's possible when love is real and strong, when people are devoted to one another, when they'll sacrifice anything to be together. This is what I want for myself, but I sometimes wonder if it's possible for our modern generation. We're so distracted, so…busy.

Parenthood is the only career in which the better you do your job, the sooner you're fired.

Well, that's one of the paradoxes of life. You can't have it all. You can have some of this and some of that or all of this and none of that. We make the trade-offs we think are best at the time

A little act of service. Is it possible that all service is worship? The words were still in my head.

There is a moth in a cocoon outside the window... [It] has labored for hours... Inside the darkness, does it know why it must struggle? Somewhere in the mass of cells and neurons that make up its tiny body, is it aware that the struggle is God's way of pumping fluid into its wings? If not for the struggle, it would come into the world with a swollen body and flightless wings. It would be a creature without strength, unable to fulfill its purpose.

Father, help these young people to see. Help them to show the world that our greatness is not in things we do for ourselves, but in things we do for others.

Every decision you make in life has benefits and consequences. Sometimes you just have to go on faith, and even that comes at a price. It means you have to give up the idea that you're the one in charge

The good life demands a lot of maintenance.

We all make trade-offs to get what we want. But no matter what you stand to gain, when the thing you're asked to trade is yourself, the price is too high.

All labor is joy," she tells me. "It is not washing dirty floors, but the feet of Jesus, Iola. All we do for others, we do for the One Most High.

We all make trade-offs to get what we want. But no matter what you stand to gain, when the thing you're asked to trade is yourself, the price is too high." What shall it profit a man if he shall gain the whole world and lose his own soul?

My tongue remembers your wounded flavor. The vein in my neck adores you. A sword stands up between my hips, my hidden fleece sends forth its scent of human oil.

There you are. A simple commandment. Not ten of them, just one: 'Thou shalt not eat.' (Personally, I wish the very first edict from God hadn't involved dieting, don't you?)

In the end the women of Christmas quietly stepped aside, making room for the One who truly matters.

There were discussions about minutiae like pockets, which Virginia Gildersleeve felt were essential for any working woman. But the designers felt pockets would spoil the lines of the suit. 'Utility was sacrificed to looks,' Gildersleeve noted with some disgust in her memoir. 'They certainly looked very attractive and no doubt won many recruits for the Navy; but I regretted those pockets.

Tooth and nail they worked. No one jostled for promotion. All this, they knew, was temporary. The point was to win the war and get back to their regularly scheduled lives.

Far less well known is that more than ten thousand women traveled to Washington, D.C., to lend their minds and their hard-won educations to the war effort.

Motherhood was the dividing line between brilliant women who stayed in the work and those who did not. For a woman with children, there were few resources to make a career feasible. The nation lost talent that the war had developed.

The Sufi is interested in neither this world nor the next, in neither heaven nor hell. He will pay any price to reach Reality in this life. The price is that "everything has to go," and like any mental belief, the values of good and bad can be a limitation. Even the desire to renounce must be left behind. One Sufi poet wrote: "On the hat of poverty three renouncements are inscribed: 'Quit this world, quit the next world, quit quitting.

So much the better. The higher the price you have to pay, the more you will cherish it.

Lumea nu merit? sacrificiul de a tr?i pentru ea, cu atât mai pu?in de a muri.