Quotes About Sacrifice

He who marries for love without money has good nights and sorry days.

A coward is a hero with a wife, kids, and a mortgage.

In olden times, sacrifices were made at the altar, a practice that still continues.

Life is a song, sing it. Life is a game, play it. Life is a challenge, meet it. Life is a dream, realize it. Life is a sacrifice, offer it. Life is love, enjoy it.

The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit.

Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.

Freedom is not free, everyday soldiers give their lives so that we can live ours.

True soldiers of hope do not do what they do for glory, fame and to be superior over others, they do what they do because of the love in their heart and soul and for the greater good of mankind, together we salute our true soldiers of hope and may god protect them as they go on their journey.

Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more it is willing to see less.

Marriage is not a simple love affair, it's an ordeal, and the ordeal is the sacrifice of ego to a relationship in which two have become one

Maizy swallowed hard, a motion that almost strangled her in this blasted dress, and she nodded.

She'd do whatever Rylan asked. And if her collar strangled her, or if it was awkward scrubbing floors in a dress, then she'd remember Jesus on the cross and how He'd suffered. Then she'd compare her own meager pain and endure it quietly. A trace of peace crept through her as she prayed…

He pictured Maizy here, permanently. His. He liked the idea so much it shocked him. And then he pictured her at his side when they got thrown off the land. Rylan hated to see her go. But he knew if he talked her into staying permanently, he'd end up dragging her down with him when he failed. And that would hurt worse than broken ribs any day.

Her father had arranged it. He'd as good as sold her to Wendell to pay off debts. She looked down at her daughter and wondered if her father owed more money. Audra had a little sister, Carolyn. Would her father sell Carolyn to some brute? There was a baby brother, Isaac. He might not be such a commodity as a girl, but he might already be learning to behave in the image of her father.

Between 1870 and 1880 all Sioux were driven into reservations, fenced in and forced to give up everything that had given meaning to their life—their horses, their hunting, their arms, everything.

You must kill the Indian in order to save the man! " That was part of trying to escape the hard life. The missions, going to church, dressing and behaving like a wasi?un—that for her was the key which would magically unlock the door leading to the good life, the white life with a white-painted cottage, and a carpet on the floor, a shiny car in the garage, and an industrious, necktie-wearing husband who was not a wino.

Nothing significant in the kingdom of God happens unless death occurs.

The sparrow still falls.

The more we love, the more it hurts, and the more we have to let go.

We don't like death. We'd rather produce seeds another way. But death to ourselves, our agendas, our expectations, our hopes is necessary to find deep joy that comes when we fully relinquish ourselves to the gospel.

Today was the day a thousand dreams would die and a single dream would be born.

It was worth it, Lia," He said. "Every mile, every day. I'd do it all again. I'd chase you across three continents if that's what it took to be with you.

And I began walking. A thousand miles, or two, I would carry her all the way to Dalbreck if I had to. No one would pry her from my arms again.

A sacrifice ever remembered. Never forgotten. Another day we live. A sacrifice for you. Only for you. And so shall it be, For evermore. Paviamma