Quotes About Sacrifice

Instead, he was perfectly willing to cut them out even if it meant spiting himself—just as he had defaced his mandolin by gouging out the "Gibson" inlay, just as he had neglected to record Peter Rowan's lead singing.

How many people live in the moment? A few? How many people live for tomorrow at the sacrifice of today?" Dreyfus opened his fist to reveal it to be empty. "...When tomorrow is never a guarantee.

extraordinary as it may seem, it has been suggested that in the original version of this story Isaac was actually sacrificed, and that the intervening four verses were added subsequently, when the notion of human sacrifice was rejected

Redemption is participatory, not imitative.

And in the deepest recesses of his being, Dorrigo Evans understood that all his life had been a journeying to this point when he had for a moment flown into the sun and would now be journeying away from it forever after.

Your life doesn't mean what you have or what you get. It's what you're willing to give up.

Freedom requires no effort to enjoy but requires heroic efforts to preserve.

People sleep peacefully in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf.

Giving up the opportunity to sell something does not hurt as much as taking the money out of your wallet to pay for it. Opportunity costs are vague and abstract when compared to handing over actual cash.

specific values to objects. When they have to give something up, they are hurt more than they are pleased if they acquire the very same thing.

Quoique sans patrie et sans roi, Et très brave ne l'étant guere, J'ai voulu mourir à la guerre. La mort n'a pas voulu de moi.

Our cheer goes back to them, the valiant dead! Laurels and roses on their graves to-day, Lilies and laurels over them we lay, And violets o'er each unforgotten head.

quality of life isn't measured only by what we gain, but also by what we trade for it.

Very well then! I'll write, write write. He let the words soak into his mind and displace all else. A man had a choice, after all. He devoted his life to his work or to his wife and children and home. It could not be combined; not in this day and age. In this insane world where God was second to income and goodness to wealth.

God help me, he thought. God help all us poor wretches who could create and find we must lose our hearts for it because we cannot afford to spend our time at it. ("Mad House")

Why do you want me to stay?" she asked unhappily. He looked at her without a definite answer in his mind. Then he said, "Even if you are infected, I can't let you go out there. You don't know what they'd do to you." Her eyes closed. "I don't care," she said. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN "I don't understand it," he told her over supper.

Accordingly, Mr. Cook spent four years, six months, two days, $5,228.20, six thousand yards of wiring, three hundred and two radio tubes, a generator, reams of paper, dizzying mentation and the good will of his wife in assembling his duplication machine.

I want you all to understand about moral courage. I know it is not easy. We are trained to fight men, not lies. We are trained to face death and wounds, not public scorn. But to win this fight against lies, we must find the moral courage to endure public scorn and even personal indignities without flinching or retaliating. That is the sacrifice the service of our nation demands of us now. I know we all have the moral courage to make it.

We [the military personnel here] serve the flag. The trade we all follow is the give and take of death. It is for that purpose that the American people maintain us. Any one of us who believes he has a job like any other, for which he draws a money wage, is a thief of the food he eats and a trespasser of the bunk in which he lies down to sleep.

What could be saved, if the Flag of the American Nation were to perish?

I am wishing of a memory, where you gave me everything you had and where I offered you the pieces that were left of me.

This was something Grandma Tilly couldn't understand---how war promises a boy it can make a man out of him.

The trenches are all filled in, but the boys are still dying.' Then I could read her thoughts and I knew what this day meant. Mrs. Abernathy's son could have been my dad.

The trenches are all filled in, but the boys are still dying.