Quotes About Sacrifice

What must be done must be done, whatever the price, the cost, the pain. One day we all must walk through fire.

We spent today sending men to hell. What's more natural than to pass the night dreaming of procreating a few more to take their place?

The severest self-denials and the most lavish gifts are of no value in God's esteem unless they are prompted by love.

As base a thing as money often is, yet it can be transmuted into everlasting treasure. It can be converted into food for the hungry and clothing for the poor. Any temporal possession can be turned into everlasting wealth. Whatever is given to Christ is immediately touched with immortality. (A.W. Tozer)

Seen nothing? Idiot! We have all the work and all the worry: children to feed, wounds to tend. Once the war is over, you men are all heroes. The dead: heroes. The survivors: heroes. The maimed: heroes. That's why you invented war. It's your war. You wanted it, so get on with it – heroes, my ass!

On our way home we throw the apples, the biscuits, the chocolate and the coins in the tall grass by the roadside. It is impossible to throw away the stroking on our hair

Un uomo dice: - Tu chiudi il becco! Le donne non sanno niente della guerra. La donna dice: - Non sanno niente? Coglione! Abbiamo tutto il lavoro, tutte le preoccupazioni: i bambini da sfamare, i feriti da curare. Voi, una volta finita la guerra siete tutti degli eroi. Morti: eroi. Sopravvissuti: eroi. Mutilati: eroi. E' per questo che avete inventato la guerra, voi uomini. E' la vostra guerra. L'avete voluta voi, fatela allora, eroi dei miei stivali!

I will tell you how this ends, Jarl Grimnar. It ends with you on your knees, as the first High King of Fenris to bare his throat to a foe's blade. Refuse, and suffer the excommunication of your Chapter and the Exterminatus of your miserable home world

yet there walked a host of hunchbacked priests dressed in the flayed skin of their forefathers, swinging incense braziers and chanting prayers to the souls of those men and women who fought beneath the icons across the galaxy. The

The only way to kill me was to welcome his own death, and he did it the moment the chance arose.

Society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they shall never sit in.

The dead soldier's silence sings our national anthem.

A hero would die for his country, but he'd much rather live for it.

On the road of abnegation," M. Vianney was wont to say, "it is only the first step that is difficult; once we have started we go on almost mechanically.

Unconditional love is hard to compete with.

Yet she belongs, finally and truly, only to God. The hijab is a symbol of freedom from the male regard, but also, in our time, of freedom from subjugation by the iron fist of materialism, deterministic science, and the death of meaning. It denotes softness, otherness, inwardness. She is not only caught in a world of power relations, but she inhabits a world of love and sacrifice. This freedom, which is of the conscience, is hers to exercise as she will.

O my people! Ye have indeed wronged yourselves by your worship of the calf: so turn (in repentance) to your Maker, and slay yourselves (the wrongdoers); that will be better for you in the sight of your Maker.

It's not just a matter of having lost the land and the wealth that came with it. It's a matter of the fact that we lost a way of life that we should have been able to pass on to our children and to their children, but which we can't because of what was taken from us. (Harris Neck, Georgia native Wilson Moran as quoted by Aberjhani in The American Poet Who Went Home Again)

How difficult the task to quench the fire and the pride of private ambition, and to sacrifice ourselves and all our hopes and expectations to the public weal! How few have souls capable of so noble an undertaking! How often are the laurels worn by those who have had no share in earning them! But there is a future recompense of reward, to which the upright man looks, and which he will most assuredly obtain, provided he perseveres unto the end.

Yet a cruel world too often injures my feelings, by wondering how a person, possessed of domestic attachments, can sacrifice them by absenting himself for years.

My own inclinations must not be followed--to duty I sacrifice them.

All domestic pleasures and enjoyments are absorbed in the great and important duty you owe your country.

When he is wounded, I bleed. {page 262 of John Adams}

brief encounter with having less, to honor the people losing more.