Quotes About Sacrifice

Slowly but surly I want to strip her of every kind of happiness as to make a saint of her.

My heart to my mother, my cock to the whores, my head to the hangman.

Je revoyais, sous la clarté de mon briquet, Clarius étendu sur l'herbe, sur sa croix je veux dire ; j'entendais son « Tue-moi ». Au point où il en était, ça faisait un homme voué à la mort.

Il était étendu comme crucifié. Il ne bougeait plus, mais il avait les yeux ouverts et, le regard de ces yeux, je ne l'oublierai jamais plus, même si je dure autant que Mathusalem. Sous sa barbe, il était pâle comme la mort. La flamme au poing, je le regardai : il était sur sa croix !

This woman could call upon the earth and the heavens to do her bidding. But she gave up her power to be human. Write this into your record, Judge—this Ondine was the most human human being that ever lived. She was human by choice.

It's always a mere handful of men who account for the masses, and nothing great, alas, has ever emerged from peace, neither a nation- as Amar has just pointed out- nor a great work. Peace has always been the reign of mediocrities, and pacifism the bleating of a herd of sheep which allow themselves to be led to the slaughter-house with defending themselves.

My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled.

the true cost of anything is what we give up in order to have it. It is the path not taken. To take the responsibility of making the choice is crucial and not always easy.

The price we pay is the path not taken, that which we give up.

el verdadero coste de cualquier cosa es aquello a lo que renunciamos para obtenerla. Es el camino no tomado.

Only devotion prevailed against the terror. Love might and must yield in flesh, but never in spirit. The mother rocked her tortured child and was afraid of nothing but to be separated from it. Husband nursed wife in secret and in secret gave a kiss to the lips that would infect him. Whole families locked and bolted themselves inside their homes and defended the privilege of dying together.

Her mother chose to martyr herself to some domestic goddess routine that everybody else in the world had wised up to long ago.

Yes, you want your children to be happy. But sometimes they have to be unhappy in the short term to be happy in the long term. As parents, our job is to give our children what they need, not just what they want.

Jesus is the starving, the parched, the prisoner, the stranger, the naked, the sick, the dying. Jesus is the oppressed, the poor. To live with Jesus is to live with the poor. To live with the poor is to live with Jesus.

Ce qui avait pris fin, au fond, c'était la redoutable contradiction dans laquelle elle s'était enfermée : n'aimer que pour être aimée, s'offrir mais pour acquérir celui qui vous reçoit, enchaîner l'autre dans le sacrifice qu'on prétend faire pour lui.

While I can't have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I'd take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I'd wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say 'Will you…' my answer is 'Yes', before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.

That these people would leave their homes, their cultures, their families, even their languages, and venture into tremendous peril, risking their very lives, all for the chance to get to the dream of some faraway country that doesn't even want them.

She sticks her hand through the fence and wiggles her fingers on the other side. Her fingers are in el norte. She spits through the fence. Only to leave a piece of herself there on American dirt.

she would staple him to her, sew him into her skin, affix her body permanently to his now, if she could. She'd grow her hair into his scalp, would become his conjoined twin-mother. She would forgo a private thought in her head for the rest of her life, if she could keep him safe.

She's wondered with the sort of detached fascination of the comfortable elite how dire the conditions of their lives must be wherever they come from, that this is the better option. That these people would leave their homes, their cultures, their families, even their languages, and venture into tremendous peril, risking their very lives, all for the chance to get to the dream of some faraway country that doesn't even want them.

none of them had chosen to marry Sebastián, or to take on the risks of his profession as their own. Only she had done that, and now her family had paid for her choice.

She's donated money. She's wondered with the sort of detached fascination of the comfortable elite how dire the conditions of their lives must be wherever they come from, that this is the better option. That these people would leave their homes, their cultures, their families, even their languages, and venture into tremendous peril, risking their very lives, all for the chance to get to the dream of some faraway country that doesn't even want them.

come from, that this is the better option. That these people would leave their homes, their cultures, their families, even their languages, and venture into tremendous peril, risking their very lives, all for the chance to get to the dream of some faraway country that doesn't even want them.

Despite everything he's been through, or maybe also because of it, her boy has weighed the call of his conscience above the call of his own salvation.