Quotes About Sacrifice

I'm not talking about the blood ecstasy. I'm talking about my being able to fill that emotion void she has. You know her as well as I do, maybe better. She aches with it. She needs to be accepted for who she is so badly. And I was able to do that. Do you know good that felt? To be able to show someone that, yes, you are someone worth sacrificing for? That you like them for their faults and that you respect them for their ability to rise above them?

They will hurt her just like they hurt you to get it, and I'm not going to let that happen, you dumb little shit.

God, how did I get to this place where my friends sell themselves to keep me alive?

Ivy would die for you, Rachel. Kisten won't. Put your emotions where they will keep you alive.

If you think living with Ivy and trying to avoid getting bitten was difficult, wait until you try living with her while trying to find a blood balance. This isn't an easier road, Rache," he said, gaze distant and unaware of the worry he was starting in me. "It's a harder one. And you're going to be hurting all the way along it.

I hadn't wished for Trent in my life, but now that I had him, I was more confused, more heartbroken than I'd ever been. Trent was willing to sacrifice everything for me, but I didn't know if I could let him.

My impulse to pull away vanished. As I stood there, my shoulders became damp. I searched his expression, too jaded to believe in white knights. Happy endings were never handed out. You had to fight for them, earn them with bruised hearts and sacrifices. And I just couldn't do it right now. It hurt too much when it fell apart. Don't make me promises, I whispered, and the earnest glow in his eyes tarnished.

Lo siento. Takata me miró a los ojos con el ceño fruncido. -Tú padre siempre me dijo que yo era un cabrón egoísta. Y tenía razón. -Tú das algo-dije suavemente-. Lo que pasa es que lo entregas a los extraños por miedo a que, si se los das a las personas que amas, lo puedan rechazar.

Happy endings were never handed out. You had to fight for them, earn them with bruised hearts and sacrifices. And I just couldn't do it right now. It hurt too much when it fell apart.

To be able to show someone that, yes, you are someone worth sacrificing for? That you like them for their faults and that you respect them for their ability to rise above them?

it was the hunger from seeing someone who has what you want but knowing that if you get it, it will break your heart, your life, and your soul.

You want some advice?" he asked. "No." "Good. Listen anyway. Looks to me like you've become the leader here. Accept it. Know it comes with a price. People will be doing things for you. Don't be selfish. Let them.

The first went down beneath the oak, stung by the taste of steel in his blood. The second on holy ground did fall, stained with the cries of his folly. The third in the dust and salt did fail, sent back to his master, a silent warning given." Jenks looked up, clearly not seeing me. "This ground is ours. So it is said with broken wing, poisoned blood, and our unburied dead.

It would take 2,000 Vietnam Memorials to list the [Twentieth] century's war dead.

at the end of every month or two . . ., the British had a whole Vietnam Memorial's worth of dead. Every month or two, for 51 months.

it would take 2,000 Vietnam Memorials to list the century's war dead. . . . he saw himself walking the Mall in Washington, D.C., and the whole park from the Capitol to the Lincoln Memorial was dotted with the black Vs of Vietnam Memorials, as if a flock of giant stealth birds had landed on it. All night he walked past black wing walls, moving west toward the white tomb on the river.

The religions that say you should sacrifice or even pray to a god like that, to ask them to do something material for you, are the religions of desperate and ignorant people.

It is a form of grace to become nothing but a task -Hjalmar Nederland from Kim Stanley Robinson's Icehenge

N?u ch? hám l?i ích trÆ°á»›c m?t mà không giúp ?? ng??i khác, dù bi?t rõ là h? Ä'ang g?p khó kh?n, thì ngay lúc Ä'ó b?n có th? th?y Ä'i?u Ä'ó có l?i cho mình, nhÆ°ng v? lâu dài, Ä'ó ch?ng khác nào hành vi tá»± g?m nh?m b?n thân mình.

When you have sex with someone, you willingly give them a part of your soul that you can never get back.

No pleasure is worth giving up for the sake of two more years in a geriatric home in Weston-super-Mare

We're both of the same breed, after all … motives for war are of no concern. Religion, ideology, resources, land, grudges, love, or just because… No matter how pathetic the reason, it's enough to start a war. Out of love, sacrifice is born. Hate is born. and we are able to know pain! If you don't share someone's pain, you can never understand them. But just because you understand them doesn't mean you can come to an agreement. That's the truth.

Og kjærligheten blev verdens ophav og verdens hersker, men alle dens veier er fulle av blomster og blod, blomster og blod.

Markboen tapte ikke hodet. Han fandt ikke luften usund for sig, han hadde publikum nok til sine nye klær, han savnet ikke diamanter, vin kjendte han fra bryllupet i Kana. Markboen gjorde sig ikke ondt av de herligheter han ikke fik: kunst, aviser, luksus, politik var værd nøiagtig det som menneskene vilde betale for det, ikke mere; markens grøde derimot den måtte skaffes til hvilkensomhelst pris, den var altings ophav, den eneste kilde.