Quotes About Sacrifice

If I charge, follow me. If I retreat, kill me. If I die, revenge me.

And for me, it means honoring those who've loved me and sacrificed for me by choosing to be the kind of warrior who delivers justice even when it threatens to hurt me.

Just make sure that the thing you're living for is worth dying for." --Levi

Sometimes u have to hurt your loved ones just because you don't want to hurt yourself, it's like putting a step backward to jump forward ..

The poor will provide you what they don't have and what you need while the rich will give you what they have and what you want.

The Prerequisite of any "Success Story" is the decision to commit in giving up your own soul to the Journey that you are about to start.

Don't use drowsy EYES to look at what Christ used a passionate BLOOD to do for you. Don't use a sluggish LEG to walk towards what Christ used a compassionate FLESH to build for you

ANSON: I want to give you the world, but a man like me doesn't have the world to give. [He ... leveled her with a gold-eyed look that ripped at her heart.] I can give you me.

God didn't send His only Son to die on the cross so that we can hide behind our guilt, shame, and pride.

John, who was transformed into a passionate lover of God, had lost everything he knew in order to come into that which he did not yet know. Oh, the cost of authentic discipleship!

Do you realize the cost they paid when they surrendered to their new Lord? No money, no job, no understandable future. They had just hurt the one person they had been trained all their lives to honor and whom they never wanted to bruise—their father. They left him to finish the fishing. They left him with no inheritance. But something in their hearts said, "Go." So they left all they knew to become something that their minds could not comprehend.

These Americans believed that one great male god ruled the world. Sometimes they divided him into three parts, which they called father, son, and holy ghost. They ate crackers and wine or grape juice, believing that they were eating the son's body and drinking his blood. If they believed strongly enough, they would live on forever after they died.

To believe is therefore not only to come into the faith but to be conformed to the image of the crucified Christ. To be baptized is to share the existence of the crucified one.

When you stop living for yourself, you will grow into union with me.

If you want to receive eternal life, keep the commandments" (Matthew 19:17). If you want to know the truth, believe in me. If you want to be perfect, sell all that you have. If you want to be my disciple, deny yourself. If you want to possess the blessed life, give up the life you now have. If you want to be exalted in heaven, humble yourself in this world. If you want to reign with me, bear the cross with me, for only the servants of the cross find the blessed life and true light.

I have received the cross from your hands. I have carried it, even as you have laid it upon me, and I will continue to carry it until I die. Truly the life of a devoted servant is the cross, but it leads to paradise. I have begun the journey of the cross. May I not turn back nor leave it.

My war is not as simple as yours was, Father. People seem to question their obligation to serve on other than their own terms. But enough of that. I fight because we have always fought. It doesn't matter who.

But to tar the sacrifices of the Confederate soldier as simple acts of racism, and reduce the battle flag under which he fought to nothing more than the symbol of a racist heritage, is one of the great blasphemies of our modern age.

He sensed that it was all here, everything, and there was none of it there. All of life's compelling throbs, condensed and honed each time a bullet flew: the pain, the brother-love, the sacrifice. Nobility discovered by those who'd never even contemplated sacrifice, never felt an emotion worth their own blood on someone else's altar.

Within weeks I would deploy to Vietnam, that endlessly debated but little-understood war that for the Marine Corps would bring three times the number of dead as were killed in Korea and more total killed and wounded than in any other war, including World War II.

Ghosts walked beside Condley on the muddy trails, dirty and unshaven, burdened by helmets and packs and weapons, loping tiredly, all parts of their bodies half asleep while their eyes stayed bright with fear. The ghosts would always be there, young-faced and yearning, even as time itself erased the evidence of their passing. It was a burden rather than a talent that Condley could walk a village trail and be in two time zones at once, the past just as fresh as today.

We have come over a way that with tears has been watered,We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered.

War is not as the people at home imagine it, with a hurrah and a roar: it is very serious, very grim.'5

I don't know how to make you happy without making me unhappy.