Quotes About Sacrifice

And, as in all fairy tales, there was bloodshed, there was loss.

People forget that war is not simply about regimentals and anthems and brave soldiers. It is also about heartbreak and death and real people

You're no hero. You're a coward. You only saved them from yourself.

I'm not a shitty person, but I'm about to do a shitty thing. and you will hate me, and some other people will hate me, but I'm going to do it anyway to protect you and also myself.

So it always is, he thought, to relieve another you must burden yourself.

If you throw me out of this house, I shall sleep on the path outside. If you return to the Continent without me, I shall follow you. I will build a willow hut at your gate; I will sleep under your window; I will be waiting for you at your own front door.

I would prefer not to throw myself on a funeral pyre. Please come back to me.

You're the only one for me. I came back from the dead for you, Daisy. Twice.

He laid her hands, palms upward, against his face, and she sat looking down at his bent head, a little disturbed in her soul that he should fling away his principles and his convictions quite so heedlessly for her sake. Mr. Murray, for instance, seemed not to have altered his chosen course a single degree because of Eden. Of course Mr. Murray was a Yankee. Virginia men, she had heard, were more considerate.

The gospel frees us from demanding our own way, because nothing we desire to obtain is worth sinning against such love and kindness.

God loves us so much that he crushed his Son so that we might be his and that this love isn't based on our worthiness or performance. His love doesn't fluctuate from day-to-day. It was settled the moment he set it upon you before the foundation of the world.

He made me understand that there could be no release from their service until the day I died. He explained, Your father gave it to you as his inheritance, and you will pass it onto your children. They will curse you, but our long arm will reach them nevertheless, generation after generation.

If something's just, I'll let myself be hacked to bits for it.

He wept for truth which was dead, for heaven which was void. Beyond the marble walls and gleaming jewelled altars, the huge plaster Christ had no longer a single drop of blood in its veins.

He was possessed now with that obsession for the cross in which so many lips have worn themselves away on crucifixes.

He only understood one thing well: the shaft swallowed men by mouthfuls of twenty or thirty, and with so easy a gulp that it seemed to feel nothing go down.

Cómo hacerla callar? ¿Cómo decirle a Denise que la adoraba, que ahora sólo existía ella?, que le sacrificaba todos sus antiguos amoríos de un día?

Sale a relucir aquello de las tres fieras, toro, torero y público; la primera, que se deja matar porque no tiene más remedio; la segunda, que cobra por matar; la tercera, que paga para que maten, de modo que viene a resultar más feroz.

La paternidad, en medio de sus calvarios, proporcionan goces generosos que no comprendemos los que vivimos acorazados en nuestra prudente abstención.

Kocham ciebie, cho? mnie zabijasz, lecz czy mog? przebaczy? Ci to, ?e zabijasz siebie?

I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.

You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.

Hush, my darling! Hush, hush, Catherine! I'll stay. If he shot me so, I'd expire with a blessing on my lips.

Si él estuviera en mi lugar y yo en el suyo, aunque le odiara con un odio que convirtiera mi vida en hiel, nunca hubiera levantado la mano contra él. [...] nunca le hubiera echado de su compañía, mientras ella la deseara. En el momento en que el afecto desapareciera, yo le hubiera arrancado el corazón y bebido su sangre. Pero hasta entonces [...] me hubiera dejado morir a pedazos antes de tocar un solo pelo de su cabeza.