Quotes About Sacrifice

If we look on idly, heaven and earth will never be joined. To join heaven and earth, some decisive deed of purity is necessary. To accomplish so resolute an action, you have to stake your life, giving no thought to personal gain or loss. You have to turn into a dragon and stir up a whirlwind, tear the dark, brooding clouds asunder and soar up into the azure-blue sky.

There's no doubt that he's heading straight for tragedy. It will be beautiful, of course, but should he throw his whole life away as a sacrificial offering to such a fleeting beauty--like a bird in flight glimpsed from a window?

Glory, as anyone knows, is bitter stuff.

They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its heart without causing it distress.

There's no doubt that he'll be heading straight for tragedy. It will be beautiful, of course, but should he throw his whole life away as a sacrificial offering to such a fleeting beauty—like a bird in flight glimpsed from a window?

No one can know what a sacrifice it is for me to be gentle and docile.

And at the time it had not been the flames against which they fought, but against human relationships, against loves and hatreds, against reason, against property. At the time, like the crew of a wrecked ship, they had found themselves in a situation where it was permissible to kill one person in order that another might live.

Il governo dell'Imperatore fu tinto di due colori: rosso sangue fino al termine della guerra, e dopo iniziò l'epoca del languido grigio cenere. L'Impero fu inonandato di sangue dal giorno in cui Sua Maestà abbandonò alla loro sorte i nostri fratelli maggiori, e si ricoprì di vana cenere il giorno in cui dichiarò la sua umanità, il giorno in cui definì tutto ciò che era accaduto "una concezione immaginaria

For Ryuji the kiss was death, the very death in love he always dreamed of.

When I think how in the past couple of years your confidence in your knowledge of people has been shattered, how you have obtained in place of peace of mind only uncertainty, and in place of happiness a new, painful knowledge, how you ended at the place where you thought you would begin, and began at the place you had ended ... how you have been able to secure your present, peaceful uncertainty by sacrificing everything, my nature is such that I feel less sympathy than respect.

Perfect purity is possible if you turn your life into a line of poetry written with a splash of blood.

Beauty is something that burns the hand when you touch it.

The instant that the blade tore open his flesh, the bright disk of the sun soared up and exploded behind his eyelids.

I care about you more than anyone…but all you do is turn away from me." "You don't care about me, Krad. All you care about…is my form…the vessel that you need to manifest. Leave me be! I am not you!

Having something worth dying for is never the same as willingness to die.

Answer this for me. In order to protect something, your loved ones end up shedding blood. Is it worth it? Is it really the right thing to do? Is it necessary? Please. Answer me. (Sarasa)

Cursing themselves in ragged dreams fire has singed the edges of, they know a slow dying the fields have come to terms with. Shimmering fans work against the heat & smell of gunpowder, making money float from hand to hand. The next moment a rocket pushes a white fist through night sky, & they scatter like birds & fall into the shape their lives have become.

I don't have a life of my own. I've put myself and my life at the service of the people. If necessity dictates I run, I run.. go to jail, I go to jail.. die, I die.My private aspirations are exactly the general aspirations of the people.

If you want to make people believe in imaginary entities such as gods and nations, you should make them sacrifice something valuable.

If you want to make people believe in imaginary entities such as gods and nations, you should make them sacrifice something valuable. The more painful the sacrifice, the more convinced people are of the existence of the imaginary recipient.

If you suffer because of your belief in God or in the nation, that does not prove that your beliefs are true. Maybe you are just paying the price of your gullibility. However, most people don't like to admit that they are fools. Consequently, the more they sacrifice for a particular belief, the stronger their faith becomes.

Few gods, nations, or revolutions can sustain themselves without martyrs.

As long as he fought imaginary giants, Don Quixote was just play-acting. However once he actually kills someone, he will cling to his fantasies for all he is worth, because only they give meaning to his tragic misdeed. Paradoxically, the more sacrifices we make for an imaginary story, the more tenaciously we hold on to it, because we desperately want to give meaning to those sacrifices and to the suffering we have caused.

Corporations, money and nations exist only in our imagination. We invented them to serve us; why do we find ourselves sacrificing our lives in their services?