Quotes About Sacrifice

She was rescued from Poland by a priest during the war. At times of national crisis, she can be seen to cry." Jackson thought it might have been better if the priest had rescued a few Jews instead of a plaster statue.

Jimmy, the baby produced to celebrate the peace after the war to end all wars, was about to fight in another one.

Sometimes, when she found herself mired in the twin duties of marriage and motherhood, she thought how her life had been compromised by love.

Louise would have removed his organs without anesthetic and given them to more worthy people.

he said that when the baby was born, if it was a boy, I was to call it Edward." "Edward?" Teddy repeated blankly. "After you." And for the first time in the whole of the war Teddy broke.

Sacrifice,' " Sylvie said, "is a word that makes people feel noble about slaughter.") But

Everything was from duty, nothing from love. Duty killed you in the end.

and Jackson didn't know then what he knew now - what it was like to love a child, how you would give your own life in a heartbeat to save theirs, how they were more precious than the most precious thing.

Daddy said he would rather we were alive and cowards than dead and heroes.

It was then that Teddy realised that they were not so much warriors as sacrifices for the greater good. Birds thrown against a wall, in the hope that eventually, if there were enough birds, they would break that wall.

I would give up the unessential; I would give my money, I would give my life for my children; but I wouldn't give myself.

The mother-women seemed to prevail that summer at Grand Isle. It was easy to know them, fluttering about with extended, protecting wings when any harm, real or imaginary, threatened their precious brood. They were women who idolized their children, worshiped their husbands, and esteemed it a holy privilege to efface themselves as individuals and grow wings as ministering angels.

I would give my life for my children, but I wouldn't give myself. I can't make it more clear; it's only something which I am beginning to comprehend, which is revealing itself to me

In short, Mrs. Pontellier was not a mother-woman. The motherwomen seemed to prevail that summer at Grand Isle. It was easy to know them, fluttering about with extended, protecting wings when any harm, real or imaginary, threatened their precious brood. They were women who idolized their children, worshiped their husbands, and esteemed it a holy privilege to efface themselves as individuals and grow wings as ministering angels.

Edna had once told Madame Ratignolle that she would never sacrifice herself for her children; or for anyone. I would give up the unessential; I would give my money, I would give my life for my children; but I wouldn't give myself.

I would give up the unessential; I would give my money, I would give my life for my children; but I wouldn't give myself. I can't make it more clear; it's only something which I am beginning to comprehend, which is revealing itself to me.

As the devoted wife of a man who worshipped her, she felt she would take her place with a certain dignity in the world of reality, closing the portals forever behind her upon the realm of romance and dreams.

Religion, loyalty, everything would give way if only you cared.

As the devoted wife of a man that worshiped her, she felt she would take her place with a certain dignity in the world of reality, closing the portals forever behind her upon the realm of romance and dreams

Farewell" is not the word that you would like to hear from your mother as you are being led to the dungeon by 2 oversize mice in black hoods. Words that you would like to hear are "Take me instead, I will go to the dungeon in my sons place." There is a great deal of comfort in those words.

I have brought you half of my pancakes, said Gollie. And I have removed one of my outrageous socks, said Bink. It's a compromise bonanza!

He said, 'I forgive you, Pa. And he said those words because he sensed that it was the only way to save his own heart, to stop it from breaking in two. Despereaux, reader, spoke those words to save himself.

Did Rob make it?" Sistine asked Willie May. "He did," said Willie May. "It looks alive. Is it like your bird that you let go?

How could people send their children away? How did anybody say goodbye to someone they loved? But that was what the world demanded, wasn't it? Again and again, the world insisted upon betrayals, goodbyes. How could anyone bear it?