Quotes About Sacrifice

He loved her, would give his life for her, he knew that now. Why that was, he wasn't completely sure. It didn't matter. It was what it was.

It was said in the First World War that the French fought for their country, the British fought for freedom of the seas, and the Americans fought for souvenirs.

His love for her was a gift he gave her daily, expecting nothing in return. He walked at her side, his love for her a torch to guide her footsteps along the dark path she walked.

I swear, Papa, I'd give my virtue if it would get my novels published,' she exclaimed in vexation. 'I'm certain we've tried everything else.

A good heart is when a girl that you loved, a girl who has pained you and chosen another instead, places in your hands the means to her own ruin. And you could tell it to everyone. But you keep silent, because you can do that, too, and a good heart would do that, a fine man, a man who truly loved her....Let her be lucky now."- A Good Heart.

He was fine, and foreign, and he did not belong here. I held him close, not crushing, not waking him, letting him sleep, and I suffered. I had never felt such feelings before. I would do anything for him; I would do anything. Anything that was asked of me, that would increase his happiness or health, I would do, and willingly. So I told myself, rocking him, the winter sky white at the window.

Fidelity, enforced and unto death, is the price you pay for the kind of love you never want to give up, for someone you want to hold forever, tighter and tighter, whether he's close or far away, someone who becomes dearer to you the more you've sacrificed for his sake.

Life is only lived full-time by women with children.

Twice in his life Eugene Victor Debs took the long leap to the Ultima Thule of prison, passing beyond the realm of the acceptable into the nonacceptable, from respectability into the criminal community of the monster who was an enemy to the people.

Passion such as hers is all consent, asking little in return. I had merely to enter a room where she was to see her face take on that peaceful expression of one who is resting in bed. If I touched her, I had the impression that all the blood in her veins was turning to honey.

Meditation upon death does not teach one how to die; it does not make the departure more easy, but ease is not what I seek. Beloved boy, so willful and brooding, your sacrifice will have enriched not my life but my death. ... Centuries as yet unborn within the dark womb of time would pass by thousands over that tomb without restoring life to him, but likewise without adding to his death, and without changing the fact that he had been.

Do you think sixty-five-year-old women don't go to war? We are always at war. Our husbands spent their lives in comfortable chairs. Have we ever sat in comfortable chairs? No. Yoga balls, haunches tensed.

Are you going to let me be eaten?' Billy Beecham looks stunned. 'Don't you know that sometimes Beast collectors get collected?' I ask him. 'But you're a virgin.' 'Virgins were never sacrifices,' I say. "Not to this kind of Beast. Virgin are collaborators.

Are you going to let me be eaten?' Billy Beecham looks stunned. 'Don't you know that sometimes Beast collectors get collected?' I ask him. 'But you're a virgin.' 'Virgins were never sacrifices,' I say. "Not to this kind of Beast. Virgins are collaborators.

Here's the truth of the world, here it is. You're never everything anyone else wants. In the end it's going to be you, all alone, on a mountain, or you, all alone, in a hospital room. Love isn't enough and you do it anyway. Love isn't enough and it's still this thing that everyone wants.

You talked once of bodily dignity.' 'I've seen heads shot off.

It is sad to see a woman sacrificing the ties of the affections even to do good.

Don't you begin to see in this behavior that animals sacrifice themselves for the welfare of other types of life, instead of trying to eat as much as possible merely for their own existence or upkeep? The more one studies the behavior of animals and of plants, the more clearly one sees that they have a task to perform for the welfare of the whole.

A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity. It dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.

Grudge no expense - yield to no opposition - forget fatigue - till, by the strength of prayer and sacrifice, the spirit of love shall have overcome .

If you from sin are longing to be free, Look to the Lamb of God He, to redeem you, died on Calvary, Look to the Lamb of God.

Love – a carousel that anyone rides for as long as he can last out of how much he is willing to pay. Life, for most of us, also.

Welcome aboard the way to Ixion: island of ever-night, ever-youth and never-sleep. Burn bright!' He gave her a mock salute and disappeared along the long, shadowy deck towards the bridge, leaving her shivering over what she had done. At least the pain from her strip had ebbed, as if his icy hands had robbed it of heat. She could breathe again.

La revolución es el huracán, y el hombre que se entrega a ella no es ya el hombre, es la miserable hoja seca arrebatada por el vendaval…