Quotes About Sacrifice

I'd die for him!" And he would. Say the word, there's Tate Walker, lying down in traffic and throwing his worthless life away so someone as good as Brian could cross the street.

some people would sacrifice their biggest love for a bigger hate.

I'll do anything not to break your heart.

I played this game for myself. Its all you've ever wanted me to do, and I did. And playing for me means you. It means you, and me, and the world can take a flying fuck. It means whatever we do for the rest of our lives, we do it forever, and we do it openly, and—

I'd give anything to know you were okay. But it's not fair to ask us to sacrifice that boy so you can heal. Do you understand?

Comet finally lay there, eyes rolling, heart thundering, breath coming in pants, and waited for Deacon to make it better. Deacon positioned the gun, patted Comet's nose one last time, then stepped back and pulled the trigger and made it all better.

Not like that," Ellery whispered, rubbing Jackson's lip with his thumb now. "Like… like you were fading from us, transparent. Like you had given up your body, your life with me, because it was just too damned hard." "It was hard," Jackson admitted.

Parish told me… he said he would stay with me as long as he possibly could. Until God dragged him away by the heels, kicking and screaming the whole time.

If basketball loves me as much as I've loved this sport, then it's not going to care who I am when I play it. If the world hates me more than it loves basketball, then I'd say that's the world's loss.

can shoot an arrow into it and make it rain blood.

It hit you, is all," he said. "What you've given up your

whole life. What you had for a couple of months. What you're giving up again.

Three trips to rehab," John said at last. "The third time…." He closed his eyes and blocked it out. He couldn't do this, not now. "It was bad. I thought maybe I was the problem, right? 'Cause… 'cause I'd do anything for him. Anything. I'da stayed for another trip to rehab—I'da stayed for all

He wants to keep me happy and he wants to keep me fed, he makes sure that I've got blankets and a place to sleep in a bed, but the music in my heart is like a freight train. It goes and it goes and when I stop it, it's like pain, but my brother doesn't see it doesn't hear it doesn't feel it, and all there is to do is shove him out of the way. Don't want to hit my brother with the freight train.

You don't understand. I once worked double shifts at a 7-Eleven so we could give our oldest a toy truck and a pair of pajamas when he was a baby. We can buy our kids presents and not worry about what we're gonna eat for two months. Wow. Oh my God!

If he'd grown up in Death Valley, he figured driving an ambulance in Kuwait wouldn't feel like the seventh sphincter of the armpit demon living in hell's tenth colon.

And now Michael would go to prison all over again—he'd do it twice—to help that kid cross the damned street.

Yes, sir." "Doing this?" The guy used his hat to gesture to the framed porch. "No, sir. Fucking for money.

Yes, it's hard to understand," Mikhail growled back. "You have this… this magnificent heart, and you just… try to throw it away. How could you do it?

He's… he's the reason I didn't get a bike when I was eleven, so I could have a Sammy now.

I know who you are," he said quietly. "Forever, Ace. I'll do anything.

You lie upon my heart as on a nest, Folded in peace, for you can never know How crushed I am with having you at rest Heavy upon my life. I love you so You bind my freedom from its rightful quest. In mercy lift your drooping wings and go.

They say a desperate soul would do anything to get what he wants, but even a desperate soul cannot match a man who believes he has nothing to lose.

The things a mother does well are always invisible compared to the things she does badly.