Quotes About Sacrifice

It's not an easy thing to tell the girl that you love more than life itself that you're going to marry someone else.

I don't care what mistakes I made or what mistakes you made. I'd make every single one again, if that was the only way to be with you

He leaned back, the misery in his eyes cutting through me. "But they're only wishes Lia, because you've made promises and so have I. Tomorrow will come, and tomorrow will matter, to your kingdom and to mine. So please, don't ask me again if I wish for something, because I don't want to be reminded that every day I wish for something I cannot have.

Gold pleases men, but blood serves the gods, because in the end, your life is all you have to give.

Now I understood why Sven preferred soldiering to love. It was easier to understand and far less likely to get you killed. I

With Pauline at my side, in one swift act that could never be undone, an act that ended a thousand dreams but gave birth to one, I bolted for the cover of the forest and never looked back. Lest we repeat history, the stories shall be passed from father to son, from mother to daughter, for with but one generation, history and truth are lost forever. —Morrighan Book of Holy Text, Vol. III

And yet, when we stopped at the last hamlet and I saw him embrace the elders and leave gifts, saw the hope that he left behind, and remembered it was he who had saved Kaden from the savagery of his own kind, I wondered if anything I felt in my gut really mattered.

My body molded to his, and the seconds ticked by. All I wanted was more time with him. His lips traveled to my neck. "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.

Killing in the name of war was one thing. Killing one's own kin was quite another.

Because I knew the guilt would destroy her, and I couldn't bear for her to suffer any more than she already had. Orrin

How did you do it, Mother?" I asked, still staring at the passing carriages below. "How did you travel all the way from Gastineux to marry a toad you didn't love?" "Your father is not a toad," my mother said sternly. I whirled to face her. "A king maybe, but a toad nonetheless. Do you mean to tell me that when you married a stranger twice your age, you didn't think him a toad?

But the fact is, I came for you, Lia, no matter who or what you are, and I don't care what mistakes I made or what mistakes you made. I'd make every single one over again, if that was the only way to be with you." (pg 28)

You will have to do worse things to survive. Sometimes you must kill.

is there anything you won't do to get what you want?

There are hardly any exceptions to the rule that a person must pay dearly for the divine gift of the creative fire.

When Mark wrote his †Gospel, to become a follower of Jesus was a radical decision. It could mean incurring disapproval or outright rejection from friends and family. It

If I had known, do you think I should have let her get away with this mad plan? That I should have let her rob me of my child? No, I should have taken you myself and hidden with you in some far-off land and never seen her again rather than agree to such an unnatural scheme

Refusing magic is as costly as embracing it.

Some fusty fellow, perhaps Samuel Johnson, had once said that every man was sorry if he hadn't been a soldier. She

Jack was unexpectedly moved when he swore allegiance to the king and country. He had served both for years, could easily have laid down his life. Yet it was different to pledge his loyalty and best efforts toward governing this nation. Dying was easier than making good laws.

Motherhood is perhaps the only unpaid position where failure to show up can result in arrest.

The artist (I suppose) usually pays for the privilege by some sort of partial insomnia, by the possession of one faculty that will not be controlled nor put to sleep. In a poet this must often be the visual imagination, bringing before his eyes a succession of images which he never summoned, and of which some (it is only too likely) will be ugly or pitiful.

The dazzling white Sacré-Coeur, which went up in the Commune's aftermath, was erected in expiation for the sins of France, but its conservative Catholic promoters had little sympathy with the Communards. Not coincidentally, the basilica completely hides the ground where the cannons were parked and the uprising first broke out.

La dame aux camélias.