Quotes About Sacrifice

Listen to me, normal one! We see a truth that you no longer see. A truth that says the essence of man is love and faith, courage and tenderness, generosity and sacrifice.

dans les mythes et les rituels des religions primitives, Girard l'applique au judéo-christianisme, le Christ étant le fameux bouc émissaire d'abord rejeté, puis divinisé, sacrifié par ses congénères puis reconnu comme leur libérateur par bon nombre d'entre eux.

To deal is to sacrifice. To deal well is to be Hunter. To deal at whatver cost, for what your heart most desires is to love.

Stowne loves you to the point of obsession, just like Dane. They don't want anything to harm you and are willing to lie, even to you, to keep you what they consider safe. Your being here is tearing Stowne up inside, and Dane dreads the idea of of you leaving.

He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall he not with him also freely give us all things?" (Romans 8:32).

My heart is yours, Cesare. And we are both damned for it.

Sober appreciation of what you have gained at so great a cost helps you feel consoled and proud. This recognition differs from the saccharine and self-obliterating exhortation to 'count your blessings' forced on many normal ones in childhood, because it is based on having enumerated your curses first.

One thing about whoring: It put a chicken on the table.

It was difficult, but I managed. When I had money, I'd buy film and we'd shoot. I think your first film should be made with your own blood. [On producing his first full length film, Le Silence de la Mer (1949) himself]

It was not only at the moment of his manifestation that he made an offering of his life, but since the beginning of the world that he gave his life in offering.

The price. Of truth. Is everything.

My first wife said, 'It's either that guitar or me,' you know -- and I give you three guesses which one went.

I have a cycle that is not particularly cool, but it's a cycle: trash myself to reward myself.

Discipline is doing what you don't want to do so you can do what you want to do.

Here's the thing about life, you get back what you put into it. Life is defined by what we choose to do with it, the things we commit to, and where we dedicate our time. Life rewards those who work harder, who care more, who give it their best, then give a little more.

You can either plan to be eternally vigilant and ready, eschewing life as we know it, or be willing to enjoy life and pay the price.

Jones generally forbade drinking alcohol, but on this night at the Geary Boulevard temple he told the P.C. members that it was all right for once. Each of them drank some, and after their cups were emptied Jones informed them that their wine had been laced with poison—all of them would die within forty-five minutes to an hour. There was no antidote. They were doomed.

I'm saying that if you want a dog to drop one bone, all you gotta do is give him a new one." "And ow am I supposed to do that?" "When I want to get reporters off my back, I call in an anonymous tip that Justin Bieber is getting a crew cut on the other side of town.

And now Rob was about to turn 5, she was thinking about elementary school, determined to send her son to a private school. That cost money. Not much, but not much was relative. She knew that the security required to afford tuition would be a stretch to maintain anywhere else except on Chapman Street.

When she lost him, she lost not only her only child but all those decades of sacrifice—she lost her identity and her hope.

What had happened wasn't supposed to have happened and yet, they still rendered the predictable media spin of potential squandered, the gift of education sacrificed to the allure of thug life, etc. Not only simplistic, but also offensively so.

She was also taking a big risk by hoping this sacrifice would mean something. If Rob turned out like any other rough boy in the neighborhood––if her son wasn't special like she believed he was––she feared the disappointment that would follow too much striving on her part.

The student body, too, felt more diverse. Rob spoke often of "real people" with his friends, by which he meant people who struggled, like they all did. On the Ivy League campus visits, any sense of daily or long-term struggle had seemed airbrushed. At Johns Hopkins––and maybe he was only imagining this because of the Ivy League stigma absent in Baltimore––Rob believed the average student had worked harder and sacrificed more to be there.

If being any kind of hero falls all the way down to men like you, then we have already lost.