Quotes About Sacrifice

Aleuton sat back and sighed. 'Eight days ago. They're getting hammered. Twenty-two engines, that's all Macaroth allowed us to keep here as a standing defence. The enemy has at least seven times that power.' He reached over and picked up a sheaf of black-edged papers. 'You see these? Death notices. Eight of them. Eight engines dead. What does that tell you?

We march for Macragge!' The seargent declares 'No, not today,' Ventanus replied. 'Today, we march for Calth.'

Climb a mountain of bodies under heavy fire to a dead end. Why would we do that, sir? Because the Emperor tells you to.

Toil and blood, effort and hardship, these were payments worth making in return for a greater future. Ideals were never won cheaply, whether the cost was the raising of one dream city or the razing of another.

All right. Then will you let me walk the daeda waeg with you? Will you let me help you make the blood toll?' Eszrah nodded. 'Good, then.' Side by side, they clambered down through the rocks onto the desert floor. 'How many of them do we have to kill?' Mkoll asked. 'To make the blood toll, I mean?' Eszrah grinned. 'All of them, soule,' he said.

In any event, how can the temporal sufferings of Jesus compare to the sufferings of the entire human race? Did Jesus ever experience the pain of childbirth? The billions of women going through labor are much more life giving, much more nurturing of value than a few hours of self-imposed bleeding on a cross. The

Nor can the one day of suffering Jesus supposedly endured compare with the Holocaust, the genocide of Native Americans or the pain of those who were tortured during the Inquisition. His supposed contribution to the world hardly compares with the hard work, sacrifice and discipline of intelligent individuals who have dedicated their lives to science and medicine. Just because Jesus was considered a Higher Power does not make his alleged suffering any higher than yours or mine.

If the cause is worthy the cost is irrelevant!

The secret of happiness is: Find something more important than you are and dedicate your life to it.

My faith is in the belief that sacrifice for others is inherently good and making the choice to do good is the gift of being human.

As the war on terror continues, Americans must honor the brave men and women who gave their lives for the protection of this nation and the hope of peace.

With courage and character, American soldiers continue to put themselves on the line to defend our freedom, and so many have paid the ultimate sacrifice.

You must determine the price that you will have to pay to achieve success, and then get busy paying that price." - H.L. HUNT (TEXAS OIL TYCOON)

By grace, God helps those who not only can't help themselves, they don't even want to. By grace, what goes around stops at the foot of the cross, never to come around again.

What matters most in life isn't anything that you have done or can do. It's what God chooses to do for you through Jesus Christ.

We live in debt to those who have served and died, a debt tallied in blood. And too often our political leaders who commit our young men, and now young women, into war do not take this truth into account with an adequate fullness of measure.

I must study Politicks and War that my sons may have liberty to study Mathematicks and Philosophy . . . in order to give their Children a right to study Painting, Poetry, [and] Musick.

And that is how it was during World War II: There was a sense of service that permeated all of society, even down to young boys like me. I remember the rationing of food and materials. The idea that we all had to go without, that we were all asked to sacrifice in even small ways, created a sense of togetherness. It was everyone's war, and everyone was encouraged to participate.

The idea that we all had to go without, that we were all asked to sacrifice in even small ways, created a sense of togetherness. It was everyone's war, and everyone was encouraged to participate. The government sponsored drives to collect spare aluminum, rubber, and the like.

And saying yes to this version of her life would mean saying no to another version of her life.

I could see now. I hadn't done anything to deserve a herd like this—friends, family, horses. A God who died for me so I could have a life like this and a God who whispers in my ear.

But Gwyneth was determined that this dark angel, this remote but magnificent man she loved, would not die.

What does the end of a war mean if not that one side ran out of men willing to die?

Sometime in your life, hope that you might see one starved man, the look on his face when the bread finally arrives. Hope that you might have baked it or bought or even kneaded it yourself. For that look on his face, for your meeting his eyes across a piece of bread, you might be willing to lose a lot, or suffer a lot, or die a little, even.