Quotes About Sacrifice

A man may build himself a throne of bayonets, but he cannot sit on it.

A man may build himself a throne of bayonets, but he can't sit on it.

Therefore from the storehouse of His Passion I borrow the price of my debt,

Even the highest forms of sacrificial worship present much that is repulsive to modern ideas, and in particular it requires an effort to reconcile our imagination to the bloody ritual which is prominent in almost every religion which has a strong sense of sin.

where life is more terrible than death, it is then the truest valor to dare to live.

Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape.

Service is no heritage.

The hind that would be mated by the lionMust die for love.

Apothecary: My poverty, but not my will, consents.Romeo: I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.

I'll give my jewels for a set of beads,My gorgeous palace for a hermitage,My gay apparel for an almsman's gown.

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?Deny thy father, and refuse thy name;Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

You pay a great deal too dear for what's given freely.

I must dance barefoot on her wedding day,And, for your love to her, lead apes in hell.

I would not be a queenFor all the world.

They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.

In those holy fieldsOver whose acres walk'd those blessed feetWhich fourteen hundred years ago were nail'dFor our advantage on the bitter cross.

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.

I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety.

If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss and if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honor.

Go with me, like good angels, to my end;And, as the long divorce of steel falls on me,Make of your prayers one sweet sacrifice,And lift my soul to heaven.

Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods,Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds.

We have kiss'd awayKingdoms and provinces.

Tut, tut, good enough to toss; food for powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pit as well as better.

I am in bloodStepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more,Returning were as tedious as go o'er.