Quotes About Sacrifice

Their creations eventually die of neglect, of malnourishment. And sometimes, when that happens the artist also dies.

Each day they tracked down killers. Each day they put their own lives on the line. And in return they were scapegoated. Chained to the ground, food for politicians looking for reelection.

If you want an idea to flourish, the best fertilizer is the body of a martyr. I don't want her ideas to flourish, but someone else might. Something to think about, Chief Inspector.

That was often the equation, give up the few to save the many. From a distance it seemed so simple, so clear. And yet, from a distance you might see the big picture, but not the whole picture, you missed the details. Not everything was seen, from a distance.

That moment of horror had finally given the young gardener what she'd longed for. Company. Acceptance. It was too bad it came at such a cost, but then peace often did.

And thought about tyranny, and murder. And whether it was ever right to kill one for the sake of the many.

Loiselle shifted his gaze to the Prefect, supervising the arrests, before returning to Daniel. "Don't shy away from the truth. It's an amazing thing, to be willing to die for each other.

You obviously know that art has power," he said. "It can be freeing, but it can also be a weapon, especially when combined with something equally powerful, like war. Art's been used to inspire all sorts of things. Public statues of brave soldiers. Paintings of heroic sacrifice. But it's also been used to put the fear of God into enemies.

The bishop-that-burneth.

did. The Burghers of Calais." Armand raised his head and stared up into the eyes of Eustache.

Pro patria mori,

It is sweet and right to die for your country.

And love and attachment?' asked Gamache. 'Mothers and children are classic examples. Some mothers see their job as preparing their kids to live in the big old world. To be independent, to marry and have children of their own. To live wherever they choose and do what makes them happy. That's love. Others, and we all see them, cling to their children. Move to the same city, the same neighborhood. Live through them. Stifle them. Manipulate, use guilt-trips, cripple them.

Nothing I ever gave was good for you,' quoted Gamache. 'It was like white bread to a goldfish.' Beside him Ruth Zardo stiffened, then in a low growl she finished her own poem. 'They cram and cram, and it kills them, and they drift in the pool, belly up, making stunned faces and playing on our guilt as if their own toxic gluttony was not their fault.

I warn you that when the princes of this world start loving you it means they are going to grind you up into battle sausage.

As Pa speaks, I know he thinks someone in our family has stolen the rice. The story of the rat is not true and everyone knows it. Convinced that he realises it was me, I hide my eyes from him. Shame burns my hand like a hot iron branding me for all to see; Pa's favourite child stole from the family. As if to rescue me,Geak wakes up and her screams of hunger interrupt the incident.

Dear gods, Pa is a very devout Buddhist. Please help my Pa return home. He is not mean and does not like to hurt other people. Help him return and I will do anything you say. I will devote my entire life to you. I will believe you always. If you cannot bring Pa home to us, please make sure they don't hurt him, or please make sure Pa dies a quick death.

A man must be sacrificed now and again To provide for the next generation of men.

If we thought of life as a gift, we might not demand nearly as much from it. And if we lived more graciously, giving of ourselves more freely to the well-being of others, many of our personal concerns would disappear, and life would become easier for all.

At the devil's booth are all things sold. Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold.

More was lost than mere life and existence.

We all praise fidelity; but the true friend pays the penalty when he supports those whom Fortune crushes.

I have a wife, I have sons: all of them hostages given to fate.

Victrix causa deis placuit sed victa Catoni