Quotes About Sacrifice

Just observe the nation that is defended by devoted patriots. The patriots fall in bloody battle or in the fight with hunger and want; what does the nation care for that? By the manure of their corpses the nation comes to "its bloom"! The individuals have died "for the great cause of the nation," and the nation sends some words of thanks after them and - has the profit of it. I call that a paying kind of egoism.

But who is this self that is to be renounced and to have no benefit? It seems that *you* yourself are supposed to be it. And for whose benefit is unselfish self-renunciation recommended to you? Again, for *your* benefit and behoof, only through that unselfishness you are procuring your "true benefit." You are to benefit *yourself*, and yet you are not to seek *your* benefit

Betrachtet einmal das Volk, das von ergebenen Patrioten geschützt wird. Die Patrioten fallen im blutigen Kampfe oder im Kampfe mit Hunger und Not; was fragt das Volk danach? Das Volk wird durch den Dünger ihrer Leichen ein "blühendes Volk"! Die Individuen sind "für die große Sache des Volkes" gestorben, und das Volk schickt ihnen einige Worte des Dankes nach und - hat den Profit davon. Das nenn' Ich Mir einen einträglichen Egoismus.

I used to want to be a lawyer, but I didn't want to have half my brain sucked out.

This liberty will look easy by and by when nobody dies to get it.

True feeling justifies whatever it may cost.

Love costs all we are and will ever be. Yet it is only love which sets us free. A Brave and Startling Truth.

The definition of a modern approach to war is the acknowledgement of individual lives lost.

I deliberately did not read anything about the Vietnam War because I felt the politics of the war eclipsed what happened to the veterans. The politics were irrelevant to what this memorial was.

Ne bojim se ljubavi. Bojim se rizika. I zavisnosti. I mogu?eg bola... Uvijek si jednom nogom u bjekstvu, uvijek polovinom sebe u ljubavi. Drugu ostavljam u pripravnosti da izvu?e ludaka.Ali ta moja necini?na polovina mnogo te voli.Toliko da me prevari cijelog..Ve?eras ti se nudim sav. Reci da me voliš, šta te staje?

Moraš da nau?iš da nastaviš. To je deo toga. Deo onoga što ?ini ljubav prema nekome. Kad zaista nekog voliš, onda ga ne doživljavaš samo kao produžetak sebe. Ne voliš ga samo zbog sebe. Ljubav je kada znaš kada da pustiš.

Nothing really rocks and nothing really rolls and nothing's ever worth the cost.

She reaches out her hand, plucks the boy's beating heart, and, weeping, eats it.

I shall bring him his tea and work myself to death by the time I am thirty bearing children and scrubbing floors and working in the fields digging turnips till my hands bleed and my back gives out and everyone urges me to keep on for just one more year, at which point I will die of exhaustion and the meagerness of my own life. I will love him and care for him, will never tell him to get his own tea, or sweep the ashes from the hearth or give birth to his own twelfth child himself.

Egyúttal azon töprengtem, hogy lehet egy másik embert jobban szeretni, mint önmagadat. Amikor már nem az izgat, hogy egy háború közepébe csöppentél, és lehet, hogy meg fogsz halni, hanem az, hogy az a másik életben maradjon.

Everyone knows how women soldier on, how women dream up blueprints, recipes, ideas for a better world, and then sometimes lose them on the way to the crib in the middle of the night, on the way to the Stop & Shop, or the bath. They lose them on the way to greasing the path on which their husband and children will ride serenely through life.

People's marriages were like two-person religious cults, impossible to understand.

Everyone knows how women soldier on, how women dream up blueprints, recipes, ideas for a better world, and then sometimes lose them on the way to the crib in the middle of the night, on the way to Stop and Shop, or the bath. They lose them on the way to greasing the path on which their husband and children will ride serenely through life.

If Jules or Ash needed to see each other, then the two husbands stepped aside. It almost seemed gratifying to the men to step aside in those moments, remembering what women could have together that men rarely could.

Love was a fish factory—love, with all its murk and stink. You had to really love someone to live with him or her in close quarters.

It wasn't easy to understand how the love between two other people could diminish you.

She looks down at me, her eyes depthful and ruinous. "Love is a kind of killing, Addy,' she says. 'Don't you know that?

I didn't grow up feeling smart and special, the world my oyster, born with a silver shucker in my hand. No one works harder than you, that's the way Zell and Juwon liked to put it. Everything I have is because I was the dutiful worker bee or because I have no other things to distract me, like girlfriends or wives, like mewling kids or family dogs or a love of weekend brunches and fantasy football, or a single, sad hobby, like solitaire or the Sunday jumble. I have this.

That's what people never understand: They see us hard little pretty things, brightly lacquered and sequin-studded, and they laugh, they mock, they arouse themselves. They miss everything. You see, these glitters and sparkle dusts and magicks? It's war paint, it's feathers and claws, it's blood sacrifice.