Quotes About Sacrifice

César picks it up and pulls out a chicken by its neck. Welcome to America, he says. He hands it to me. I look into its glassed-over eyes. . . . I've held plenty of chickens before, plucked, chopped, and cooked them too. But here, I want to save the chicken from its fate.

Think of your Tía Clara—her daughter married a man who works in New York, and every month he sends the family money. He never fails. They have a cement floor and a new bathroom.

It's not like I don't have my own wants and dreams anymore - it's just that the kids come first. It's primal.

Septimus look at Jenna, his green eyes serious, "It's a luxury Jen," he said. "What do you mean?" Septimus stared at the scraped and bloody snow at his feet. It took him some moments to reply. "I mean…" he began slowly. "I mean that if you go through life and never face a situation where, in order for your to survive, someone else has to die, then you're lucky. That's what I mean.

Aunt Zelda," Jenna said gently. "You know there should be three bowls in the bag? Do you know where the other one is?" Aunt Zelda sighed. "The Marsh Python ate it," she said.

Volgens de traditie,' vervolgde ze, 'biedt de Tovenaar, in ruil voor de zeven jaar en een dag van zijn leven die de Leerling de Tovenaar schenkt, de Leerling iets aan.' Marcia wendde zich tot Jongen 412... 'Wat zou je graag van me willen hebben?' vroeg Marcia. 'Vraag me alles wat je wilt. Ik zal mijn best doen het je te geven... Alles wat je maar wilt,' zei Marcia zacht. 'Absoluut alles wat je wilt.' Jongen 412 slikte. 'Ik wil graag weten wie ik ben,' zei hij zacht.

She would happily send a rat hurtling to its doom and yet risk her life for a duck.

As desolate as he had felt when his best friend, Boy 409, had fallen overboard in a night raid and they had not been allowed to stop to pick him up.

Life is a pilgrimage and if you don't play by the rules you don't find the Road to Damascus, you find the Crown of Thorns.

Now I understand why you do not wish to marry. You have dedicated your life to others -- to your sick brother and your aged aunt and your little brother who will be dependent on you all his life. You have sacrificed your own life for them.

Tujhe Pata Kya Ke Mere Dil Me......... Hai Teri Khatir Junoon Kitna...... Mei Apne Baare Me Ruk Ke Sochu ........... Nahi Hai Ab To Sukoon Itna.....

there is no virtue in doing something for someone else when it's something you also want to do. That's merely being helpful, but it's hardly commendable. The real virtue is in doing something you don't want to do, but doing it because someone else wants it.

January is the beginning of a new year for us in the Western world. Let us give to God what belongs to him: the first hours of our day, the first month of the year, the first of our increase, the first in every area of our life. It's devoted... The principle of first fruits is that when you give God the first, he governs the rest and redeems in.

Basic SEAL training is six months of long, torturous runs in the soft sand, midnight swims in the cold water off San Diego, obstacles courses, unending calisthenics, days without sleep and always being cold, wet and miserable.

For a shot, I had to look like I've slipped on wet floor and hurt my back. My director wanted me to just act it out, but I insisted on doing it with water on the floor to make it look authentic. He was against the idea, but I did it and almost broke my back.

Do what you love at all costs and maintain your faith in God. Nothing we have is of our own strength so as long as we remember where we came from, it will inform us where we are going.

You've got to give away what you love.

It's hard to just go one day from another to being one of the best fighters in the world to just stop doing what you love to do.

Many times, you have to sacrifice the paycheck for doing what you love.

True heroism is remarkably sober, very undramatic. It is not the urge to surpass all others at whatever cost, but the urge to serve others at whatever cost.

True feeling justifies whatever it may cost.

Cast away your sloth, your lethargy, your coldness, or whatever interferes with your chaste and pure love for Christ, your soul's husband. Make Him the source, the center, and the circumference of all your soul's range of delight.

No one tells you that your life is effectively over when you have a child: that you're never going to draw another complacent breath again... or that whatever level of hypochondria and rage you'd learned to repress and live with is going to seem like the good old days.

My dad told me, 'Whatever you do, don't dance. Do something else. Do anything else.' He knew how much hard work you have to put in, how hard it is to make a living, and he didn't want me to do it.