Quotes About Sacrifice

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.

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 feather and claws, it's blood sacrifice.

He put my fingertips to his mouth and kissed them. Licked the trace of blood away. Made them clean. Then I knew the truth I had been denying. He made me clean. Dan made me clean and shining and bright. He made me beautiful, and I did not want to lose him.

Let him go. Let one of them go. Knowing it and doing it, two separate accomplishments. Let one man go. The question had to be, which one?

It was the end and he couldn't decide if the truth had been worth telling. All he knew was that it was time to go. Because sometimes doing what was best for someone you loved was more important than taking care of yourself. Because sometimes the things that were never meant to last were what ended up mattering the most. Because sometimes even a door that's always been open has to close.

And I did," Alex said. "I let her go. Because I did love her, and I did want her to be happy." Hart, Megan (2015-03-01). Vanilla (Kindle Location 4400). MIRA. Kindle Edition.

He had been her sun, the star she circled endlessly. Helpless against the gravity she'd been unable to fight. She'd flown too close and melted her wings made of wax. She'd fallen. Maybe she'd never been meant to fly.

none of them have any idea what it's like to love someone so much you'd die for them. Literally die.

When you love someone," Heath said, "you want them to be happy more than you want it for yourself. You don't care about the price.

Sometimes you love someone who can't give you what you want, so what can you do but love them enough to let them go?

Waldo Emerson may have been a prize catch—"mine own angel-man," Lidian called him in an early letter to her sister. Yet becoming the wife of the free-lance philosopher also required "the giving up of an existence she thoroughly enjoyed," as one of the Emerson children later wrote, describing their mother's transformation from self-sufficient intellectual to genius domi.

I took comfort in doing without because I knew it was all for the greater good. We all made great sacrifices, none more so than those boys who lost their lives. Tragedy was part of our daily routine. But through it all, I never understood the point of being sad when I could choose to be happy.

It's how my ma raised me, after all, to live in JOY: Jesus first, Others next, Yourself last.

We are being called to a new and deeper passion: to those who live under the shadow of the cross and those most in need of compassion. Then we become mothers of God, sisters and brothers of Jesus, the loved disciples born in the blood of the Cross and fed on the Word of God.

Battles are won, not with weapons, but with God. They are won where the way leads to the cross.

He didn't marry you to become king. He became king because he wanted to marry you.

Parents need to somehow justify the lives of sputum, tuition, and sarcastic abuse to which they've condemned themselves, and so make their own grandiose claims about parenthood's ineffable fulfillments and beneficent effects—that one cannot possibly know what real love is unless you've had children, that it is life's ultimate purpose, et cetera.

To love Me for what I may give you is not loving Me at all. To sacrifice anything in My cause to gain something for yourself is like a blind man sacrificing his eyes for sight. I am the Divine Beloved worthy of being loved because I am Love. He who loves Me because of this will be blessed with unlimited sight and will see Me as I am.

Mastery in Servitude

Are there anything more dishonourable and more coward than not marching in front of the army after taking the decision of war as a politician? Sending others for dying but keeping himself in safety is the affair of the low man only!

Every time you warm yourself in front of a hot coal stove, remember the coal miners in the cold dark corridors and pray for them!

Forest who is in love with fire will wear black wedding gown in her wedding!

He who frees a bird from its cage is surely a holy person!

To die for one's country? To die for love? To die for an ideology? But I say unto you that stay away from the death, stay alive!