Quotes About Sacrifice

The value of the Bibles smuggled in by these means cannot be understood by an American or an English Christian who "swims" in Bibles.

In spiritual matters, the only real glory is in the renunciation of glorifying self.

These are the last words of Iuliu Maniu, a Christian and the former Prime Minister of Romania, who died in prison: "If the Communists are overthrown in our country, it will be the most holy duty of every Christian to go into the streets and at the risk of his own life defend the Communists from the righteous fury of the multitudes whom they have tyrannized.

Kirgizskaia Pravda of 17 January 1966 quoted an underground Christian leaflet to mothers: 'Let us join our efforts and prayers to dedicate to God the lives of our children from the time they are in the cradle! Let us save our children from the influence of the world.

The Bible he gave me was written not so much in words but in flames of love, fired by his prayers.

The early church worked secretly and illegally, and it triumphed. We must learn again to work in the same manner. Until the Communist era, I never understood why so many persons in the New Testament are called by nicknames...We continue to use secret names in our work in captive nations.

If you had refused to descend to men, you would have been my distant dream. If you had refused to sow your word, I would love you without hearing it. If you had hesitated and fled from the crucifixion, and I were not saved, I would still love you. If you were a myth, I would leave reality and live with you in a dream.

It was strictly forbidden to preach to other prisoners. It was understood that whoever was caught doing this received a severe beating. A number of us decided to pay the price for the privilege of preaching, so we accepted their [the communists' ] terms. It was a deal; we preached and they beat us. We were happy preaching. They were happy beating us, so everyone was happy.

God will judge us not according to how much we endured, but how much we could love

My wife and I were present at this congress. Sabina told me, "Richard, stand up and wash away this shame from the face of Christ! They are spitting in His face." I said to her, "If I do so, you lose your husband." She replied, "I don't wish to have a coward as a husband.

Did I believe in God? Now the test had come. I was alone. There was no salary to earn, no golden opinions to consider. God offered me only suffering—would I continue to love Him?

Not all of us are called to die a martyr's death, but all of us are called to have the same spirit of self-sacrifice and love to the very end as these martyrs had.

In his play Murder in the Cathedral, T. S. Eliot describes a martyr as one "who has become an instrument of God, who has lost his will in the will of God, not lost it but found it, for he has found freedom in submission to God. The martyr no longer desires anything for himself, not even the glory of ­martyrdom.

That's how we both got committed to this enormous delusion—because that's what it is, an enormous, obscene delusion—this idea that people have to resign from real life and 'settle down' when they have families.

Wasn't it true, then, that everything in his life from that point on had been a succession of things he hadn't really wanted to do?

There's never been anything funny about a woman dying for love.

E' stato così che noi due abbiamo accettato quest'enorme illusione, perché di questo si tratta: un'enorme, oscena illusione: l'idea che, una volta messa su famiglia, la gente debba rinunciare alla vita reale e "sistemarsi".E' la grande menzogna sentimentalistica piccolo borghese. la menzogna che ti ho obbligato ad accettare per tutto questo tempo.

You want to play house, you got to have a job. You want to play very nice house, very sweet house, then you got to have a job you don't like. Great. This is the way ninety-eight-point-nine per cent of the people work things out, so believe me, buddy, you've got nothing to apologize for.

Juliet had it easy; she never had to kill Romeo.

Okay, God, I thought. Get me out of this and I'll stop my half-assed church-going ways. You got me past a pack of Strigoi tonight. I mean, trapping that one between the doors really shouldn't have worked, so clearly you're on board. Let me get out of here, and I'll...I don't know. Donate Adrian's money to the poor. Get baptized. Join a convent. Well, no. Not that last one.

Bound by Love, But sworn to Kill...

If I let myself love you, I won't throw myself in front of her. I'll throw myself in front of you.

It's okay. Everything's going to be okay. You can let go of the sword." "I can't. I can't leave him alone. I have to protect him." "You have.

Did you mean it... that if Victor did tell...that you'd..." I couldn't finish. I couldn't bring myself to say the words have him killed . "I don't have much influence in the upper levels of Moroi royalty, but I have plenty among the guardians who handle the dirty work in our world." "You didn't answer the question. If you'd really do it." "I'd do a lot of things to protect you, Roza.