Quotes About Sacrifice

His eyes went again to the crucifix above his head, reflected in the mirror. The strained arms, the arched spine. All that effort to open the gates of heaven for us and we (he thought) probably spend our first hours among the heavenly hosts settling old scores with relatives.

She starts to get used to being sacrificed

Don't think of yourself as a rare sacrifice, blood has no beauty

I'm giving all I am to all of this. It's for you.

It isn't a good price, that you pay for writing a poem.

A razão do sacrifício religioso (Saturno) é o fato de só podermos dar algo que, antes de tudo, temos verdadeiramente. Assim, ao "sacrificá-lo", santificamos a sua presença ab origine dentro de nós.

True love is a preview of heaven, and you do what you got to, to get it.

If I had but an hour of love,if that be all that is given me,an hour of love upon this earth,I would give my love to thee.

The quietly pacifist peaceful always die to make room for men who shout.

Jesus' true strength was not revealed in his ability to teach and lead the multitudes. It was manifested in his willingness to make himself nothing, to suffer, and to die. I had enough strength to exhaust myself studying, mentoring, and teaching, but I did not possess sufficient strength to be nothing.

On the cross, leadership dies. On the cross, success dies. On the cross, skills die, and excellence dies. All of my strengths—nailed to the cross. All of my weaknesses—nailed to the cross. All of my yearnings for bigger and better, for anything other than Christ himself—nailed to that same cross.

No. Our desire to "be like Jesus" contains several exemption clauses, not the least of which are Jesus' hidden years, desert experiences, temptations, tortures, and crucifixion.

To endure the cross is not tragedy; it is the suffering which is the fruit of an exclusive allegiance to Jesus Christ.

When people are afraid they will give up almost anything for the illusion of safety.

Love is never easy. We begin by loving the things we can, according to our stature, but it is not long before we find that what we love is other than ourselves and that our love is no protection against being wounded. Do we then speak to dominate what we love, to make it bend to our will, to stop it from hurting us even though to do so is to betray love? And that is only where the difficulty begins..

As you say, my duty is to serve you. But it is also to protect you. I will not lead you into certain death." I met his stubborn glare. "You will not be leading me into death. You will be following.

There comes a point at which you stop giving things up. That is what i won't give up. None of it will i give up, for my beautiful sister Ivy who lies in bed. Ivy who used to be alive. Ivy who used to be. Ivy who used. Ivy who. Ivy-who-is-not-me. Not me. Not me. Not me.

What, exactly, would you give up?

There is a kind of life that leads to death. There is a kind of death that leads to life.

If the most important thing a man can do for his children is to love their mother sacrificially, then the most important thing a mother can do for her children is to respect their father.

Jesus came to do not His own will but His Father's (John 6:38). As a result, He accepted hardship. He was isolated and ill-treated. He endured malice, misunderstanding, and death. Jesus was broken in order that our broken lives may be repaired and transformed. It was He who came to die on a cross, submitting Himself to the will of the Father, in order that He might provide a ransom for all who are humble enough to bow down and say, "That is the very Savior I need.

The crucial significance of the cradle at Bethlehem lies in its place in the sequence of steps down that led the Son of God to the cross of Calvary, and we do not understand it till we see it in this context.

The bride eyes not her garment, But her dear bridegroom's face; I will not gaze at glory, But on my King of grace; Not at the crown He giveth, But on His piercèd hand: The Lamb is all the glory Of Immanuel's land.

In all, the crew of the St Laurent picked up and took to safety over eight hundred survivors, an astonishing feat almost without parallel in the lifesaving annals of the sea, almost enough to make one forget, if even only for a moment, the barbed wire and the thousand men who died. Almost, but not quite.