Quotes About Sacrifice

they who exchange their independence for the sweet name of Wife must be prepared to find all is not gold that glitters... ...EÅŸ gibi tatl? bir kelime kar??l???nda özgürlüklerinden vazgeçenler, parlayan her ÅŸeyin alt?n olmad???n? görmeye haz?rl?kl? olmal?d?rlar...

It had evidently not occurred to her as yet that those who consent to share the bread of adversity may want the whole cake of prosperity for themselves.

Poor May! he said. Poor? Why poor? she echoed with a strained laugh. Because I shall never be able to open a window without worrying you, he rejoined, laughing also. For a moment she was silent; then she said very low, her head bowed over her work: I shall never worry if you're happy. Ah, my dear; and I shall never be happy unless I can open the windows! In THIS weather? she remonstrated; and with a sigh he buried his head in his book.

Odbacila sam par dobrih prilika na samom po?etku – pretpostavljam da to svaka devojka uradi, a znate da sam vrlo siromašna – i vrlo skupa.

He remembered once hearing his grandmother... say plaintively: Why daughter, I presume I can go without -- BUT I CAN'T ECONOMIZE.

Isn't it natural that I should try to belittle all the things I can't offer you?

Nick had secretly wearied, if not of his wife, at least of the life that their marriage compelled him to lead. His passion was not strong enough-had never been strong enough—to outweigh his prejudices, scruples, principles, or whatever one chose to call them. Susy's dignity might go up like tinder in the blaze of her love; but his was made of a less combustible substance.

having refused to sacrifice herself to expediency, she was left to bear the whole cost of her resistance.

At a stroke she had pricked the van der Luydens and they collapsed. He laughed, and sacrificed them.

Then they had symbolized what she was gaining, now they stood for what she was giving up. That very afternoon they had seemed full of brilliant qualities; now she saw that they were merely dull in a loud way. Under the glitter of their opportunities she saw the poverty of their achievement.

Ah, don't let us undo what you've done!' she cried. 'I can't go back now to that other way of thinking. I can't love you unless I give you up.

No había motivo para tratar de emancipar a una esposa que no tenía la más remota noción de que no fuera libre; y ya hacía tiempo que había descubierto que el único uso de esa libertad que May suponía poseer sería dipositar dicha libertad en el altar de su adoración de esposa.

It isn't that she's given me to you--it is that she's given you to yourself... Don't you see... that that's the gift you can't escape from, the debt you're pledged to acquit? Don't you see that you've never before been what she thought you, and that now, so wonderfully, she's made you into the man she loved? That's worth suffering for, worth dying for, to a woman--that's the gift she would have wished to give!

Your representative owes you, not his industry only, but judgment; and he betrays, instead of serving you, if he sacrifices it to your opinion.

Deare knight, as deare, as euer knight was deare, That all these sorrowes suffer for my sake, High heuen behold the tedious toyle, ye for me take . . .

Whoever said love conquers all was a fool. Because almost everything conquers love - or tries to.

I would not leave a mother alone in her plight. They described how she had kept the news of my brother's death from our ailing father and on the evening that he was brought home, chapel bells rang out and kept ringing in honor of him, his valor, and my father kept asking if it was a bishop or something that was visiting the parish, not knowing that it was his own son.

so many that had died on the scaffold and many more to die including, though she did not know it then, her own son.

Dilly, do not ever forget your own people." My brother came with me to wait for the mail car. He took off his brown scapulars and gave them to me, it being his way of saying goodbye. "In your letters, better not mention politics," he said. He had a secret life from us, he was a Croppy Boy, so many young men were, but dared not speak of it for fear of informers.

Philip was brave, but the statesman predominated in his character; he was soon weary of sacrificing his health and interest on a barren coast:

the daughter of Count Saturninus was chosen to discharge the obligations of her country.

Whoever said life has anything to do with what we want or don't want? Life's a gift, Cassie. Sometimes we have to give something back.

It wasn't bad but he could never make a life of eating the things—God had given him a head full of good teeth, but not a one of them was sweet.

But that, after all, was the point of romantic folly. If it hadn't all gone horribly wrong, it wouldn't have been the real thing.