Quotes About Sacrifice

One of my hardest jobs as a father, one of my greatest duties, was to realize that my own dreams, my own goals and wishes, are secondary to my children's.

The real story of the Fleece: there were these two children of Zeus, Cadmus and Europa, okay? They were about to get offered up as human sacrifices, when they prayed to Zeus to save them. So Zeus sent this magical flying ram with golden wool, which picked them up in Greece and carried them all the way to Colchis in Asia Minor. Well, actually it carried Cadmus. Europa fell off and died along the way, but that's not important." "It was probably important to her.

You deal with mythological stuff for a few years, you learn that paradises are usually places where you get killed.

the Lord loves me so much that He will go to great lengths to save me from myself.

I serve a higher power, Jesus Christ. I make no apologies in saying that.

So I would say God hates war, but God loves every soldier.

Remember, if you don't sin, then Jesus died for nothing

I'd rather be no where without her than somewhere without her

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generation. But now that so many women are putting off having babies until their thirties and forties, becoming a mother often means giving up a lifestyle, and we feel guilty when we miss that lifestyle.

Pursuing a strategy in which it has explicitly told investors that it will sacrifice some margin to sustain strong growth, it doubles down on investments made to create a compelling result

For you to be successful, sacrifices must be made. It's better that they are made by others but failing that, you'll have to make them yourself.

A man will go to war, fight and die for his country. But he won't get a bikini wax.

Mommy gets up to give you a glass of water in the middle of the night. Mom invites your friends inside when it's raining. Mama burns your ears with the hot comb to make your hair look pretty for class picture day. Ma is sore and worn out from wringing your wet clothes and hanging them to dry; Ma needs peace and quiet at the end of the day. We don't have one of those. We have a statement of fact.

I)f you prayed for the miracle you'd sell your most treasured possession for, you don't care about anything else but waiting on that miracle.

The Egyptian argument was quite simple: men were created by Osiris and must obey his will on this earth. They must put up with slavery in the hope that, if they behave well, a better after-life awaits them in the next world – no more slavery, only eternal bliss…

No sacrifice is too big; no action is too low if it leads you to defeat your enemy.

People marvel that we're not out in the streets, decking the monstrous, khaki tanks with roses and jasmine. They wonder why we don't crown the hard, ugly helmets of the troops with wreaths of laurel. They question why we mourn our dead instead of gratefully offering them as sacrifices to the Gods of Democracy and Liberty. They wonder why we're bitter.

A mother should sacrifice herself. The world is a happy place when it can sacrifice mothers on the altar of unconditional love. . . . I can take the blame. All the blame! I'm designed for it. I'm like the village witch who gets burned when the child gets sick or the crops fail . . . If you can't blame the weather, blame the mother. Welcome to womanhood.

Commitment can be cash, but doesn't have to be. Think of it in terms of currency—what are they giving up for you? A compliment costs them nothing, so it's worth nothing and carries no data. The major currencies are time, reputation risk, and cash.

My mom and dad put my brother and sister through university and they were very keen for us to have an academic background just to give us a chance.

If you're alive, you bleed more. The Aztecs wanted them to bleed a lot. They wanted waterfalls of the stuff, gushing down the sides of -- - Dad

When you're a Catholic kid, the nuns teach you that when something is annoying you, you "offer it up", as a sacrificial gift.

My ancestors spent centuries in the hills of County Kerry, waist-deep in sheep shit, getting shot at by English soldiers, and my grandparents crossed the ocean in coffin ships to come to America, just so I could get possum rabies?