Quotes About Sacrifice

Your father and I, we immigrated, Katarina, so you wouldn't grow up like us. We did it for you. We struggled for you. I cleaned houses and hotel rooms for you. All for you. Everything. And look at what you have done to us." Then my mother got sick. Really sick.

Now you can't even dispose of your dear mother's ashes, the mother who gave up everything in native Ukraine for you so you could have a better life. You never could finish things off properly. You even dropped out of school after we saved all the money for your university education. Too much drinking. Too much partying. Bad crowd.

Her dad works in a supermarket, and her mother is just a stay-home mom. Her mom was always at Stacey's dance rehearsals and stuff. And that's why Stacey is not rich—her parents don't put in the time.

I love you madly," she said. "I shall make you happy if I have to kill somebody to do it. But that ought not to be necessary.

If you want respect, you must take your medicine like a brave aristocrat," he said. "Think of the French nobles who walked to the guillotine, double chins aloft.

The horrors of war pale beside the loss of a mother." -Anna

must be willing to give up what I am in order to become what I will be.

Hell, Grace. I'd go to Australia to visit you. I don't care about the job, or where you lay your head down at night, as long as your heart's mine.

You're taking a stray cat but leaving behind your man?" Colbie's heart twisted. Her man… "He doesn't fit into the cat carrier.

Chloe? Yeah? I'd be worth the inhaler, he said, then forced himself to walk away.

My parents mean well, Grace said. They want me to succeed. Well of course, Mallory said. They love you. But I'm thinking success and happiness don't get along. Sometimes you have to sacrifice one for the other.

her raw throat. Marveled. He'd literally walked through fire for her. For her. "No one's ever done that…" Tightening his grip

But there were some things I believed in. Some things I had faith in. And faith isn't about perfect attendance to services, or how much money you put on the little plate. It isn't about going skyclad to the Holy Rites, or meditating each day upon the divine. Faith is about what you do. It's about aspiring to be better and nobler and kinder than you are. It's about making sacrifices for the good of others - even when there's not going to be anyone telling you what a hero you are.

Heroism doesn't pay very well. I try to be cold-blooded and money-oriented, but I keep screwing it up.

Harry Dresden. Saving the world, one act of random destruction at a time.

The married thing. Sometimes I look at it and feel like someone from a Dickens novel, standing outside in the cold and staring in at Christmas dinner. Relationships hadn't ever really worked for me. I think it's had something to do with all the demons, ghosts, and human sacrifice.

For the sake of one soul. For one loved one. For one life. I called power into my blasting rod, and its tip glowed incandescent white. The way I see it, there's nothing else worth fighting a war for.

Faith is about what you do. It's about aspiring to be better and nobler and kinder than you are. It's about making sacrifices for the good of others-- even when there's not going to be anyone telling you what a hero you are.

I used the knife. I saved a child. I won a war. God forgive me.

Do you really think you can win?' 'Yeah. Hell, Ortega is only the third or fourth most disturbing thing I've tangled with today.' 'But even if you do win, what does it change?' 'Me getting kiilled now. That way, I get to be killed later tonight instead.' - Susan Rodriguez & Harry Dresden, Death Masks, Jim Butcher

I guess maybe you don't get to be the Merlin of the White Council by saving up frequent-flier miles

Ease off the martyr throttle.

Life is full of toil, sacrifice, and pain, and from the time we stop growing, we know that we've begun dying. We watch helplessly as year by year, our bodies age and fail, while our survival instincts compel us to keep on going-which means living with the terrifying knowledge that ultimately death is inescapable.

Hello Angel,'Michael rumbled, and leaned over to give the woman a kiss on the cheek. She accepted it with all the loving tolerance of a Komodo dragon. 'Don't you hello angel me. Do you know what I had to go through to find a baby-sitter, get all the way out here, get the money together and then get the sword back for you?