Quotes About Sacrifice

No matter what we do, no matter how we agonize or obsess, we cannot choose for our children whether they live or die.

I accept evil in order to participate in the miraculous.

The constellation of these impulses that we call love feels like a miracle. The miracles do not cancel out evil, but I accept evil in order to participate in the miraculous.

Parents are suckers.

You have to want it, want it so bad you will never give up, so bad that you are ready to sacrifice time, money, sleep, friendships, even your reputation," he writes. "You will have to adopt a particular lifestyle of ambition, not just for a few weeks or months but for years and years and years. You have to want it so bad that you are not only ready to fail, but you actually want to experience failure: revel in it, learn from it.

Meanwhile, people relinquish their rights readily and eagerly in a quest for peace with religious fanatics that will never be realized.

When doing the heroic thing, the right thing, conflicts with your personal power, and you choose the right thing over the personal power thing, you have begun to understand what Agape is. It's thankless, it's difficult, yet it's what the greatest songs are sung of.

The Revolution eats its own. That's the law. And the greatest heroes die with it. They always know their fate when they begin. That's their true heroism.

Life is simply the pursuit of something worth dying for.

With no mum or brothers or sisters, Alfie had to care for his father alone. Besides having to go to school and do his homework, the boy would do all the shopping, all the cleaning, cook all the meals, and do all the washing up. Alfie never complained though. He loved his dad with all his heart.

No, he walks funny because he only has one leg." "His leg fell off because he ate my fudge?!" Raj looked to the heavens again and put his hands together in prayer. "Lord, please have mercy on my soul! I am not a bad man. I just use best-before dates as a very rough guide, rounding them up to the nearest decade!

The man was a hero. He had given his life to save not just his son and Gabz, but all the children of the town.

fact, if there was a fire in their house, and Mum could only save either a sparkly gold tap-shoe once worn by Flavio Flavioli (the shiny, tanned dancer and heartbreaker from Italy who appeared on every series of the hit TV show) or her only child, Ben thought she would probably go for the shoe.

Allah told me that it was what I was supposed to do. He told me to trick the white man, that getting close to him was the only way I was going to get back to Africa. And that I had to forsake all that got into my path.

Caxton crawled into the back while Arkeley took the front passenger seat. His fused vertebrae trumped her sprained ribs, he announced.

David has won everything he coveted and lost everything he cared for. This snapshot of agony sums up for generations the price of power, the intersection of family and public life, the way in which we injure ourselves and are then staggered by the pain.

Which would prove I'm a monster, Arnie? Sacrificing the people I love for the fight? Or walking away from the fight to save the people i love?

The son of a bitch got just what he wanted. A big, heroic sacrifice. Now the rest of us are left to clean up the mess. He probably thought he was being selfless or something. But look what he left behind. What he did, that's the most selfish thing you can do. I want to find the jerk who convinced males that martyrdom is cool and kick him in the teeth

And you seen enough horror movies to know the black dude don't ever make it to the end." "We all appreciate your sacrifice, TJ." "Fuck you." He laughed. So did I.

We're like one German soldier alone on the beaches of Normandy on D-Day, holding a sharp stick.

Who would bring light must endure burning.

I need . . . I need your God. I have watched you and . . . and you have such joy. Such peace. Both you and Zoe. How I long for it. But, Julia, I cannot go to your meeting to find it. Your father would be very angry. He might disown both of us.

The enemy fought with savage fury, and met death with all its horrors, without shrinking or complaining: not one asked to be spared, but fought as long as they could stand or sit.

We were a bit like bacon and eggs, where y'know, the chicken is involved, but the pig is really committed? I totally gave myself to it just as we promised, "for better or worse", and you didn't see it like that.