Quotes About Sacrifice

I am a member of a team, and I rely on the team, I defer to it and sacrifice for it, because the team, not the individual, is the ultimate champion.

I am a member of the team, and I rely on the team, I defer to it and sacrifice for it, because the team, not the individual, is the ultimate champion.

Growing up, I had a front row seat to seeing two people work really hard. My dad scrubbed toilets at a private Catholic school for a while, and that was to help me get through school.

Everybody knows about Pearl Harbor. The thing that really fascinated me is that through this tragedy there was this amazing American heroism.

On September 11, 2001, thousands of first responders heroically rushed to the scene and saved tens of thousands of lives. More than 400 of those first responders did not make it out alive. In rushing into those burning buildings, not one of them asked "What God do you pray to?" "What beliefs do you hold?"

we had bypassed Romeo and Juliet and gone straight to Macbeth.

Even in those historical moments when men look back and see patriotism and sacrifice as the driving forces of history, 'the majority of the people paid no attention to the general course of events but were influenced only by their immediate personal interests.

Royal Air Force.

Behind every specific call, whether it is to teach or preach or write or encourage or comfort, there is a deeper call that gives shape to the first: the call to give ourselves away - the call to die.

sold for the price of a slave. And in a matter of hours they hoped he would die like a slave; on a cross. Clearly Jesus would die as a slave, nailed to the cross beam, but he would not die like a slave.

I learned always to avoid glorious campaigns—everyone is more likely to die in glorious campaigns.

She says that Our Lord told her, "if you want to be like Me, then take up your cross with love and joy.

long for the day when I can go to Carmel to concern myself only with Him, to abase myself in Him and so to live His life alone: to love and suffer to save souls. Yes, I thirst for souls because I know that it is what my Jesus craves more than anything else. Oh, how I love Him!

In comparison with the value of one soul, all the sacrifices we make are small in comparison.

About the main character approaching death in old age, observed by her husband . . .] He saw that she had already laid down a large portion of her life long ago. Piece by piece she had given it away as she wrestled with existence, as her self was absorbed as nourishment into his life and the life of the children and the community. And laid down most piercingly, as she abandoned, one by one, the shapes of the dreams she had planned. Only to take them up again in other forms.

We must all make the mental leap from the pious histories we have read in the martyrologies to the reality of living flesh and blood. Our early martyrs were real men and women, with their own personalities, their flaws and their greatness. We are no different.

No true love is possible, Lewis demonstrates, until we abandon our claims, our rights, our grievances. Until then we will be trapped in the obscurity of our heart's mixed motives, our will to possess, to control, to be our own gods.

We came to know that love is the soul of the world, though its body bleeds, and we must learn to bleed with it.

It is about a dragon and a prince and a princess." "Oh, lovely! Does it end happily?" "Happily for the humans. Not so well for the dragon." "Just as it should be. Commence.

Of course it's not right. The Cross isn't right. But our Lord took it and turned it into the great sign that the devil hates above all other signs. Each time we accept to bear that cross and be nailed to it, believing against all believing - when it's impossible any longer to believe because of our pain - that's when we defeat him. By the blood of the Lamb!

Love bursts forth from the springs of the heart as raw material. It takes many shapes. It asks us to go forth and die, over and over again. It always asks this terrible price. It wants our life—all of it. Then gives it back again.

El arte es como una declaración de amor, la conciencia de que dependemos unos de otros. Una confesión. Un acto inconsciente que, sin embargo, refleja el verdadero significado de la vida: amor y sacrificio.

his celibate priesthood, eschatological sign of the end of history

In my faith we believe there is only one answer to the blows that evil inflicts on us. The answer is not a rational argument. The answer is a man. This man is God himself suffering with us, dying with us, so that he might draw us up to the Most High, confounding all the devices of the enemy.