Quotes About Sacrifice

To know that you cannot give them happiness, not through any fault of yours or theirs, but only because you were not born the right person for them?

She gave him a long, level look. "And how does thee know that the Lord has not spoken to me, as well?" His eyes twinkled behind his spectacles. "I am happy for thee. What did He say?" "He said, 'Keep thy fat-headed brother from committing suicide, for I will require his blood at thy hand,' " she snapped, slapping his hand away from the bridle. "If we are going to join the army, Denny, let us go and

He set off toward Walnut Street, no longer numb. He felt once more himself, strong and determined. There was, after all, one more service he might perform for Jamie Fraser. "You must marry me," he repeated.

Do you know," he said again, softly, addressing his hands, "what it is to love someone, and never—never!—be able to give them peace, or joy, or happiness?" He looked up then, eyes filled with pain. "To know that you cannot give them happiness, not through any fault of yours or theirs, but only because you were not born the right person for them?

Only you," he said, so softly I could barely hear him. "To worship ye with my body, give ye all the service of my hands. To give ye my name, and all my heart and soul with it. Only you. Because ye will not let me lie—and yet ye love me." I

onto the fabric of her shift; I reached out one-handed and tweaked the cloth up to cover her. She put a hand over her breast and pressed hard to stop the milk. "What does he mean to do, though? If he finds him.

But there—poor men mun bleed for the rich man's gold, and always will, eh?

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He grinned wryly at his nephew. "Ye'll amount to something for your mother's sake—if it kills us both.

It is easier to kill someone to save your own life than it is to hurt someone to save theirs.

When I'd lost him the first time, before Culloden, I'd remembered every moment of our last night together. Tiny things would come back to me through the years: the taste of salt on his temple and the curve of his skull as I cupped his head; the soft fine hair at the base of his neck, thick and damp in my fingers... the sudden, magical well of his blood in dawning light when I'd cut his hand and marked him forever as my own. Those things kept him by me.

I'm honest enough to say that I dinna care what the right and wrong of hit may be, so long as you are here wi' me, Claire, he said softly. If it was a sin for you to choose me... then I would go to the Devil himself and bless him for tempting ye to it.

I have been more fortunate than most, I suppose," he said quietly. "There was the one thing he would take from me." His expression softened as he looked down into the face of the boy in the palm of his hand. "And he has given me something most precious in return.

It was going to be a bloody business, on both sides. He didn't like the thought but didn't shy away from it. It was war, and he was—once again—a soldier.

Created by Your hand as You created man,  Life given for life.  That me and mine may eat with thanks for the gift,  That me and mine may give thanks for Your own sacrifice of blood and flesh,  Life given for life." The

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not really exist for mothers, with regard to their children.

in my arrogance I had omitted to make proper sacrifice—for

The sacrifice," she said, suddenly impatient. "It gives ye a greater range. And at least a bit of control, so ye have some notion how far ye're going. How did ye get to and fro three times, without blood?

means. To be what I am doesna mean only that I'll spill my own blood when I must. It means I must sacrifice other men to the ends of my own cause—not only those I kill as enemies, but

something to do with that.

Not then. There are things worth dying or starving for—but not words.

Do you know, what it is to love someone, and never be able to give them peace, or joy, or happiness? To know that you cannot give them happiness, not through any fault of yours or theirs, but only because you were not born the right person for them?

I will find you," he whispered in my ear. "I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you—then that is my punishment, which I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is the one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against the rest." His