Quotes About Sacrifice

We catch what we can. We walk past what we lose for the promise of more, just ahead.

First of all, I want you to know that I believed in the cause for which I died. No war is won without sacrifice.

How come you can't give with both hands, Mom? How come you have to give with one and take away with the other?

that's it. That's what you need to do in your marriage. You need to give what you want. And don't expect so much. That only sets you up for disappointment. If you expect anything, expect that marriage will be hard, that it will be work. And expect that the pleasures will be erratic and often small, but they'll turn out to mean more than you know.

Women do not leave situations like this: we push up our sleeves, lean in closer, and say, What do you need? Tell me what you need and by God I will do it. I believe that the souls of women flatten and anchor themselves in times of adversity, lay in for the stay. I've heard that when elephants are attacked they often run, not away, but toward each other. Perhaps it is because they are a matriarchal society.

For ten years before I began writing for a living, I worked as a registered nurse. Never mind that the work was hard—more than once, I literally had not time for even a bathroom break. (My husband never believed me about this, but it was true.) Never mind that I had to work on holidays and every other weekend and on people's birthdays, my own included; I loved the job.

I wouldn't have been sent back to help you, Tristan continued. I wouldn't have been made an angel if it weren't important that you live, Ivy. I want you to be mine -Ivy could hear the pain in his voice- but you're not. I am! she cried out loud. We're on different sides of a river, he said, and it's a river that neither of us can cross. You were meant for somebody else.

If God answers my requests my heaven will be spent on earth up until the end of the world. Yes, I want to spend my heaven in doing good on earth. . . . After my death, I will let fall a shower of roses.

To live out God's plan for your life calls for you to discipline yourself…and your body. To push yourself. To deny yourself.

A mothers greatest joy in having a child is to give that child fully and freely to God.

True biblical love is sacrificing, purifying, nurturing, and enduring.

We must pay a price if we are to become priceless.

Amid the joy of raising children will be some of the hardest work you'll ever do.

A teacher is like the candle, which lights others in consuming itself.

Jesus teaches us to give richly, serve sacrificially, and love unconditionally.

Spiritual growth results from self-denial. At times we must give up something good in order to do what God wants. Each person's special duties determine the discipline and denial that he or she must accept. Without a goal, discipline is nothing but self-punishment. With the goal of pleasing God, our denial seems like nothing compared to the eternal, imperishable reward that will be ours.

Your attitude of serving the Lord can transform even the most menial of tasks into a magnificent sacrifice of love.

The man did not even hear her. His eyes had gone straight to Mercy where she sat by the hearth, and her own eyes stared back, enormous in her white face. Then with a hoarse, wordless sigh, John Holbrook stumbled across the room, and went down on his knees with his head in Mercy's lap.

Maybe this is just some stupid romantic South American idea, but I need you to understand-darling, for you, I am even willing to suffer. Whatever pain happens to us in the future, I accept it already, just for the pleasure of being with you now. Let's enjoy this time. It's marvelous. Felipe-Eat, Pray, Love

He was powerful and I died of love in his shadow.

I do forget sometimes how much it means for certain men—for certain people—to be able to provide their loved ones with material comforts and protection at all times. I forget how dangerously reduced some men can feel when that basic ability has been stripped from them. I forget how much that matters to men, what it represents.

My mother has made choices in her life, as we all must, and she is at peace with them. I can see her peace. She did not cop out on herself. The benefits of her choices are massive-a long, stable marriage to a man she still calls her best friend; a family that has extended now into grandchildren who adore her; a certainty in her own strength. Maybe some things were sacrificed, and my dad made his sacrifices, too-but who amongst us lives without sacrifice?

the great lack of parity between husbands and wives has always been spawned by the disproportionate degree of self-sacrifice that women are willing to make on behalf of those they love.

Equally disquieting are the times when we do make a choice, only to later feel as though we have murdered some other aspect of our being by settling on one single concrete decision.