Quotes About Sacrifice

Open your eyes, soldier," Tatiana said fondly, caressing his face."Are you hungry?" "I was hungry," Alexander said. "But you fed me." His body was shaking underneath his sheet.

During the day she carried her boy, bandaged and fed the wounded, leaving her own festering wounds until night-time when she licked them and nursed them, and remembered the pines and the fish and the river and the ase and the woods and the fire and the blueberries and the smell of cigarette smoke and the loud laughter coming from one male throat.

Tatiana knew that she belonged irrevocably to Alexander. She thought she could extricate herself from him, that she could go on with her life somehow, that he could go on with is. It was all a sham. This wasn't a way of getting over a passing crush on your older sister's swain. This was the moon of Jupiter and the sun of Venus aligning in the sky over her head.

She held the money to her chest and tried to fathom Alexander's heart. He was the man who, a few meters away from freedom, from America , had chosen to turn his back on his lifelong drea. Feel one way. Behave one way, too. Alexander may have hoped for America , but he believed more in him-self. And he loved Tatiana most of all. Alexander knew who he was. He was a man who kept his word. And he had given it to Dimitri.

they say, he's mine, and you say, all right, all right, he's yours, of course, take him. Nothing matters to me at all. Not me, not my food, not my bread, not my life, and not him either, nothing matters to me." "I ,Tatiana, fight for nothing

How do you manage?" she asked in a low voice. "How do you manage to carry your weapon, to stand guard, to go and fight, to be strong for all of us?" "I give you," said Alexander, glancing at her, "what you need most from me.

What little I had was all for you. It was you who was everybody else's. But I was only yours.

He heard bombs exploding like fireworks, and as if in a dream his father's face flashed before him, wanting to know what Alexander was doing near death's door before it was his time. He said, "Dad, I'm going for her.

All great things worth having require great sacrifice worth giving.

Come on," he said quietly, bending to her and lifting her whole into his arms. He carried her inside. After setting her down next to the sink, he crushed five trays of ice into it and filled it with cold water. Tatiana thought he was going to tell her to put her face into it, and was about to meekly impotently protest—when Alexander submerged his own head into the ice.

Ti dicono lui è mio e tu dici va bene, va bene, è tuo, certo, prendilo, niente è importante per me. Né me stessa, né il mio pane, né la mia vita, e neanche lui. Io combatto per niente.

Get married...? I...? And yet why not! Of course it wont be easy sailing, but what of that? I'm young and strong, and content to labor hard and long. You'll build us soon, if not tomorrow, a simple nest for sweet repose. And I'll keep you free of sorrow, and in a year or two who knows! You may obtain a snug position, and it shall be my mission, to tend and rear your children, so we may live and forever be one. Till death us sever, and grandsons lay us both to rest.

There was no Alexander anymore; the man he knew had died and was reborn inside a perfect heart, given to him straight from God, to him and for him.

Tatiana le pidió a Dimitri que se marchara y después subió a la azotea, donde rogó para que le cayera una bomba. Vio

How can I die," Alexander said, his voice breaking, "when you have poured your immortal blood into me?

I love you. I'm blind for you, wild for you. Sick with you. I told you that our first night together when I asked you to marry me, I am telling you now. Everything that's happened to us, everything, is because I crossed the street for you. I worship you. You know that through and through...

Tatiana said. "Go on with Dasha. She is right for you. She is a woman and I'm-" "Blind!", Alexander exclaimed. Tatiana stood, desolately failing in the battle of her heart. "Oh, Alexander. What do you want from me..." "Everything", he whispered fiercely.

There are some battles, no matter how much you don't want to fight them, that you just have to fight. That are worth giving your life for.

Alexander, you broke my heart. But for carrying me on your back, for pulling my dying sled, for giving me your last bread, for the body you destroyed for me, for the son you have given me, for the twenty-nine days we lived like Red Birds of Paradise, for all our Naples sands and Napa wines, for all the days you have been my first and last breath, for Orbeli- I will forgive you.

A bus came. The soldier turned away from her and walked toward it. Tatiana watched him. Even his walk was from another world; the step was too sure, the stride too long, yet somehow it all seemed right, looked right, felt right. It was like stumbling on a book you thought you had lost. Ah, yes, there it is.

I'm going to die with Alexander's hand on my face, Tatiana thought. That is not a bad way to die. I cannot move. I can't get up. Just can't. She closed her eyes and felt herself drifting. Through the haze in front of her she heard Alexander's voice. "Tatiana, I love you. Do you hear me? I love you like I've never loved anyone in my whole life. Now, get up. For me, Tatia. For me, please get up and go take care of your sister. Go on. And I'll take care of you.

Love is," she repeated slowly, looking only at Dasha, "when he is hungry and you feed him. Love is knowing when he is hungry

I saved you for me.

I've done everything I wanted to do, even if I have had to pay a very high price - which has been the case most of the time.