Quotes About Sacrifice

He could have cured cancer by now, if he'd never gotten high.

Preventing her abortion was all they cared about. The bleak struggle of her life—the stark daily realities that made motherhood impossible—didn't trouble them at all.

that renunciation of human closeness, of our deepest instincts: is it, in the end, simply too much to ask? Good men-sound, healthy men-can't make the sacrifice, or don't want to; has Holy Mother settled for the unsound and unhealthy? Has the Church, ever pragmatic, made do with what is left?

If the kingdom of God belongs to the poor, the bottom dwellers, then rich American Christians are going to have the hardest time finding it.

And as it turns out, as soon as we are willing to be the last, we actually become first. When we admit we are least, we feel like the greatest. And when we lose our lives, we find it all . . . all the love, all the life, all the thrill, all the fulfillment.

Kaarlo, that gold rush is for fools with no sense, can't you see that we're barely making ends meet, isn't it enough that there's a new baby to feed you might as well just shoot your poor mother it'll be the same thug as letting her lose a son to some foolishness." "Do you think Pappa will send Grandmother away? I wish per to Wilbert. Nah, he whispers back, she's stuck here like a cow in the tidelands.

I don't get anything for free. I pay for all my beauty treatments.

Where are you going?" I asked him. After everything it has taken to get to this point, he couldn't just walk away. "To hell, eventually," Jameson answered. "Probably to the wine cellar, for now.

In the end," Callum said, his voice soft, gentle, "it all comes back to you. You protect them [your pack], you love them, you live for them, and someday, you die. That's what it means, Bryn-girl, to be what we are [to be Alpha]. It's lonely. It's impossible. It's all-consuming." It is what it is.

I had to protect him. And me. So I took everything I felt for the pack. I saw the bond, and instead of closing myself off to it, I pulled. I pulled at it and I thrust it toward Chase.

I love you. I would die to protect you. I would make you hate me to keep you safe because damn it, Avery-some things are too precious to gamble.

I'd sold my soul to get out of detention.

What do you want me to do, Adam?" my sister asked finally, her voice soft enough now that I had to strain to hear. "Things were bad in Montana. I'm not sending her back, and I am not shipping her off to some boarding school. And don't give me that look—you were the one who told me to bring her here three years ago!

When did I become the enemy here? I have only ever done what the old man wanted me to do." She spoke like those words were being physically torn out of her. "Do you have any idea what that's cost me?

Why was punishing yourself more important than what she wanted?

Love wasn't just a choice--it was dozens, hundreds, thousands of choices.

Where are you going?' I asked him. 'To hell, eventually,' Jameson answered. 'Probably to the wine cellar, for now.

He brought his hands to the side my face, then the back of my neck, and I felt his touch through every square inch of my body. "I love you. I would die to protect you. I would make you hate me to keep you safe because damn it, Avery - some things are too precious to gamble.

And at the end of the day, he'd chosen me. Over family. Over his mother.

An arrogant, duty-bound asshole who tries to be honorable and would die to protect the girl he loves.

Sometimes leadership is planting trees under whose shade you'll never sit. It may not happen fully till after I'm gone. But I know that the steps we're taking are the right steps.

As governor, when I visited our troops in Kuwait and Iraq, I served them Thanksgiving dinner. It was a small gesture compared to their sacrifice.

Our strength is not just in the size of our defense budget, but in the size of our hearts, in the size of our gratitude for their sacrifice. And that's not just measured in words or gestures.

Reggie's earliest memory of her mother began with her mother balancing an egg on its end and ended with Reggie losing her left ear.