Quotes About Sacrifice

I would rather be a cripple and have your love for all of a single moment than to live as I am without ever having it.

Have you ever wanted something so badly that you would do anything, believe anything in order to acquire it?

Love isn't found in words, Kate. It's found in quiet moments, a look, a sigh, a smile, a gladness." She sighed. "And very often, it's shown with sacrifice.

Have you ever loved anyone?" "You mean besides my mum?" Luke was dumbfounded as he stared at Jack. He knew his friend's story. "She sold you when you were five." Jack shrugged. "Doesn't mean I didn't love her. Just means she didn't love me.

Oh, Papa, I've done something terribly silly. I've fallen in love with someone, and he loves another. The strange thing is, as much as it hurts, I only want him to be happy. And if she'll make him happy, I want him to have her.

The price you pay for waltzing with the devil is residing in hell.

He was lying in bed with the woman he loved . . . a woman he couldn't make love to. He closed his eyes. More than any­thing in this world, he wanted this woman to be happy. He'd give her anything, do anything to make her happy. Even if it made his own life hell.

I think your mother loves Leo." "I don't know if she loves him enough." "What would be enough?" "To give up on the promise of love from another.

I adore you, Frannie. You know that. I always have." She gave him the smile that had always warmed him, but it was not that threatened to bring him to his knees. He would kill to keep that smile on her face. But to keep Catherine smiling, he would willingly die. "But you love Catherine," Frannie said quietly.

How could he give her so much, yet leave her so little.

They were bound together by the things they'd done. Things the nobility could never comprehend being desperate enough to do

She wondered if any of them had truly understood the cost of what they were asking of each other.

Her eyes shot up to his, expressing gratitude. He ignored the pain her obvious relief brought him.

He wondered briefly what it was like to dream. He never did. Possibly because he so seldom slept. He was obsessed with obtaining all the wealth he could, burning the midnight oil as often as possible. It protected a person from having to do things he didn't want to do.

She's as beautiful as her mother." He lifted his gaze to his wife's. "I'm never gonna touch you again." Amelia looked at Cordelia. "Will you take her now?" Gingerly, Cordelia wrapped the child within her arms. "I mean it this time," Houston said. "I know you do," Amelia said as she touched his cheek.

How many times could a mother's heart break? An infinite number of times. Each time her children were hurt. She'd long ago accepted the pain of it, as well as the stoicism to never let it show. It was a mother's lot in life.

Is there nothing you want so desperately that you'd be willing to do anything in order to acquire it?

You must love her very much to be willing to do all this." He twisted his head slightly and held her gaze. "I'm not doing anything for her that I've not done for her before.

Dodger knelt beside Sterling. "Greystone, you have to understand we come from the streets. When Frannie was a young girl, we weren't able to stop someone from hurting her very badly. The four of us swore an oath that we'd die before we let anyone harm her again. It's a vow we will keep." Sterling lay where he was long after Dodger left. He had been correct about one thing: they did love her.

He'd follow her into hell to claim what was due to him. Unfortunately, he suspected she was headed for heaven, which was barred to him.

In all likelihood he would eventually destroy her, unless he found the strength to let her go.

He'd follow her to hell to claim it was due to him. Unfortunately, he suspected she was headed for heaven, which was barred to him.

He brought you back. He can steal anything he wants.

Love drains you, takes with it much of your blood sugar and water weight. You are like a house slowly losing its electricity, the fans slowing, the lights dimming and flickering; the clocks stop and go and stop.