Quotes About Sacrifice

No me atrevo a juzgarte. Se que cuando uno ve las cosas desde fuera, cuando uno no se siente complicado en ellas, es muy fácil proclamar que es lo malo y que es lo bueno. Pero cuando uno esta metido hasta el pescuezo en el problema (y yo he estado muchas veces así), las cosas cambian, la intensidad es otra, aparecen hondas convicciones, inevitables sacrificios y renunciamientos que pueden parecer inexplicables para el que solo observa.

Usted tiene todas las condiciones para concurrir a mi felicidad, pero yo tengo muy pocas para concurrir a la suya. Y

Te quise tanto, que cuando me rompiste el corazón te saqué de ahí para que no te hicieras daño.

Prosperity or egalitarianism - you have to choose. I favor freedom - you never achieve real equality anyway: you simply sacrifice prosperity for an illusion.

Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible.

She dreams she is in a glass coffin. From her prison, details have beauty. In her aloneness, she imagines emotions. Her husband is the perfect bridegroom, the trickster, the small boy looking for mother. She is goddess and mirror, siren and friend, femme fatale and sacrificing wife. He is attracted to her girlhood purity, her desire to sacrifice, to serve. At first he may be flattered: she sees him as a god.

You must promise to give yourself entirely to someone or something because that's who you are. You are a genius at devoting yourself; it's what makes you happiest.

I knew they would kill me when they found out, but…" He struggled for words, releasing a sharp breath. I think I realized that I would rather die because I betrayed them, than live because I betrayed you.

One bloody battle followed another. Sometimes the North won, sometimes the South, but always the soldiers lost, thousands of them dying or maimed.

his desperate sale of The Rite of Spring to Walt Disney, to be used in an animated film called Fantasia.

The Ritz is a place where two hundred poor devils work themselves to death in order that two hundred lucky devils can live in luxury.

This was something few followers of fashion ever saw – the long hours of hard, highly skilled labour that went into the production of each item of haute couture. Beauty came at the cost of tired eyes, aching shoulders and worn fingers.

You are putting yourself in serious danger...' I think that I preferred to put myself in serious danger rather than confront my shame. My shame at not having become someone, the shame of not having made my parents proud after all the sacrifices they had made for me. The shame of having become a mediocre nihilist.

Jody said, "Ma, you're shore good." "Oh, yes. When it's rations." "Well, I'd a heap ruther you was good about rations and mean about other things." "Oh, I be mean, be I?" "Only about jest a very few things," he soothed her.

Dogs could die, and bears and deer and other people. That was acceptable, because it was remote. His father could not die. The earth might cave in under him in one vast sink-hole and he could accept it. But without Penny, there was no earth. Without him there was nothing.

Mothers are endowed with a love that is unlike any other love on the face of the earth.

If she would give the world what it wanted, it would deify her.

the cross the loftiest heights came down to the deepest depths; at the cross the hands of men pierced the hands that made humankind. There could be no greater mystery.

right" in the sense of homoerotic weepiness that Middle America could get behind. Of course I'm talking about "The Deer Hunter.

When did we start believing that God wants to send us to safe places to do easy things? That faithfulness is holding the fort? That playing it safe is safe? That there is any greater privilege than sacrifice? That radical is anything but normal? Jesus didn't die to keep us safe. He died to make us dangerous.

Going all in and all out for the All in All is both a death sentence and a life sentence. Your sinful nature, along with its selfish desires, is nailed to the cross. Then, and only then, does your true personality, your true potential, and your true purpose come alive. After all, God cannot resurrect what has not died. And that's why so many people are half alive. They haven't died to self yet.

the true value of an offering isn't measured by how much we give. It's measured by how much we keep... By definition, a sacrifice must involve sacrifice...

Consecration is death to self. I know there is a fear that if we give more of ourselves to God, there will be less of us left, but it's the exact opposite. It's not until we die to self that we truly come alive. The more we give to God, the more we have and the more we become. It's only in losing our lives that we will really find them.

But remember this: without a crucifixion there can be no resurrection!