Quotes About Sacrifice

If man hasn't discovered something that he will die for, he isn't fit to live.

If a man hasn't discovered something that he will die for, he isn't fit to live.

We were taking the black young men who had been crippled by our society and sending them eight thousand miles away to guarantee liberties in Southeast Asia which they had not found in southwest Georgia and East Harlem.

If physical death is the price that I must pay to free my white brothers and sisters from a permanent death of the spirit, then nothing can be more redemptive.

It is not enough to say we must not wage war. It is necessary to love peace and sacrifice for it.

No one really knows why they are alive until they know what they'd die for.

A man who won't die for something is not fit to live.

A man who won't die for something is not fit to live.

Having children is like having a bowling alley installed in your brain.

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My personality is a luxury that's costing me too dearly.

Men's lot in life is endless hard work whose fruits will be consumed largely by others. The more men bring in, the greater the demands. Should men fail, they may lose both what they made and those to whom they gave it. Perhaps the most terrifying thing about Melville's story is that, at times, Bartleby's behavior and fate can tempt even the most active and successful man.

St. Gregory enunciates this truth still more plainly: "Although Christ dies not again, yet He suffers again for us in the Sacrifice of the Mass after a mysterious, mystical manner." Theodoret speaks no less plainly: "We offer no other sacrifice but that which was offered upon the Cross.

No less reassuring is what Cardinal Hosius says: "Although in Holy Mass we do not crucify Christ afresh, yet we make ourselves partakers in His death as much as if this were the case. In the Sacrifice of the Cross His death was with shedding of blood; in the Sacrifice of the Mass His death is bloodless and mystical, yet it produces the same fruit as the Sacrifice of Blood, just as if the latter were now being carried on.

Unlike the huge majority of the current generation in the West, the men on both sides at Dien Bien Phu did not live at a time or in places where they enjoyed the luxury of disregarding [that war is what human beings do]; and we, who are lifelong civilians, have not earned the right to sit in judgement over them.

For 56 days they had given everything, endured everything; they had achieved the impossible, not once but again and again. They deserved to win; and if they were now being robbed of victory, then the real thieves weren't the People's Army, the 'rats of the Nam Youm', or anyone else in the filth of this last valley, but men who slept between clean sheets far away.

Maura had never dreamt that she could feel like she felt at this moment. She had indeed burnt her boats. But she smiled while she did it.

Long is the way And hard, that out of Hell leads up to light Paradise Lost (1667) John Milton, 1608–74 For the love of money is the root of all evil 1 Timothy 6:10

You looked after your child, no matter who had fathered it, and no matter how much you might hate them deep down inside. A child was there for the duration of your life and, if you were really lucky, they buried you, and not vice versa. A mother would give her own heart to ensure the child she had created would live on, would be happy to do so. Would be loved.

Without a second thought, without anything except their own need to give.

There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy. Jean Anouilh

You have no dower," he said. "Live, Keturah. Go home." "But I do have a dower," I said plainly. "This is my dower, Lord Death; the crown of flowers I will never wear at my wedding." He knelt on one knee before me. "The little house I would have had of my own, to furnish and clean. That, too, is part of my dower." "I will give you the world for your footstool," he said. "And most precious of all, I give you the wee baby I will never hold in my arms.

One has to die a bit to be reborn.

You gotta be there. So let me kill you and get on with it. I mean, everyone gets to kill a Robin eventually. And today it's my turn.