Quotes About Sacrifice

Heroes. Brave men and women who lay down their lives for someone else... Our culture understands heroism. But we don't understand martyrs.

I don't want to die, but I don't want to be the only one to live, either. When I was sitting alone last night, I kind of figured maybe that's how Jesus felt.

Fame & fortune come with a price that fame finds insulting and fortune can't afford to pay back.

The road to utopia is paved with the corpses of freedom lovers

There as yet to be a revolution where those who served it have not eventually been eaten

What they could use and carry from a shipwreck, the Sahrawis took. What they could not take, it was their custom to burn. To the victims who witnessed this destruction of their personal articles and the cargo of their vessel, it was often the last cruel blow before they assumed the life of a slave to some of the poorest people on earth, living in some of the harshest conditions imaginable.

If you do what we ask you to do, the victories will belong to you, and the losses to me.

I wasn't the only one who wished he was around more.... The trade-off we had to be content with was that our dad was Dean Martin.

I would give up everything for you, Giulia" I smiled at him gently. "But you must understand. I should never want a man to give up anything for me. I should want him to feel in winning me he has won the whole world...

Stoker's smile was slow and terrible. 'You think that is love, brother? That I should kill for her?' He shook his head, his eyes locked with mine. 'You are the fool, Tiberius, because you still do not understand. I do not love her enough to kill for her.' He stepped to the edge of the rock. 'I love her enough to die for her.' And without another word, he disappeared over the edge of the rock and into the blackness of the sea.

Only you mattered in that moment. Only you. And I would have done anything to save you. I would have paid any price committed any sin sold my very soul to do it.

You have to love someone completely to be willing to destroy them.

People have died for less. I know; I was there.

Even now you do not know what to make of me and I will not own what I am. I want you to think of me when you eave this place and wonder whether I am merely a mortal or something beyond. A better man would release you and want you to love another. I am no better man. I am selfish and flawed and I have nothing to offer you that is not broken or imperfect including myself, and so I offer you nothing but I love you until the day I die and no man will love you more.

Julia Grey, I would rather see you hanged than watch any sister of mine go haring off after a man who will not have her," my brother Bellmont raged.

You do not yet know what it means to love someone more than yourself. I have no pride left, no delicacy. I cannot afford it. So I will tell you the truth: I wanted his happiness above all things.

I should never want a man to give up anything for me. I should want him to feel in winning me he has won the whole world.

Perhaps I have simply decided that if such misadventures are the price I must pay to have you in my life, I am content to pay them.

Sometimes I helps a few of the other girls out," she told him, raising her chin. "Long Bet needed new boots last week, and Mary Jane lacked a few shillings to renting her own room. She's got a snug little place of her own, just around the corner," she added. The dreams in this part of the city were as small and pinched as the faces. Four walls to call one's own. A hot meal, a pair of shoes with sound soles.

You think that is love, brother? That I should kill for her?" He shook his head, his eyes locked with mine. "You are the fool, Tiberius, because you still do not understand. I do not love her enough to kill for her." He stepped to the edge of the rock. "I love her enough to die for her.

The first mission is finished with no casualties beyond Nat's cracked rib and the blood still caked in Mary Alice's hair.

thought of my mother, the beautiful actress who had married in secret and borne a love child, only to have her sweet prince marry another—a woman of his own class who would fill his royal nursery with pedigreed babies while his firstborn grew up motherless.

The young are often unjust. But in time I hope she will come to see that I am not the villainess she believed. I did everything in my power to save my husband from ruin. Instead I caused it.

And do you know who was supposed to look after it? I was. She would live with us and give him his golden child, and I was to be nothing more than a nursemaid in my own home, reduced to whatever crumbs she saw fit to leave me.