Quotes About Sacrifice

If you want to be perfect, go and sell all you have and give the money to the poor—you will have riches in Heaven.

His days as a globe-trotting epidemiologist might be over—Dr. Levinson had made that perfectly clear—but his efforts to save Lantos, and now Nika, had reminded him of the satisfaction to be had from healing just one person. What was that old Hebrew proverb he'd once heard Dr. Levinson herself say—"If you save one life, it's the same as saving the whole world." Right now the only life he wanted to save, even more than his own, was Nika's.

were fighting grimly, and at huge cost, to reclaim the ground lost at the beginning of the war. The fierce battle over a little town called Saint-Lô, in

Those who converted were forced to prove it by making an animal sacrifice, and soon the skies over Egypt were filled with the smoke from burning ewes and calves, bulls and pigs and goats.

The Alamo is a great story of brave people who chose to fight, knowing there was no hope of success. They chose to die instead of surrendering.

On 23 August, small live fish were thrown on to the fire pro se ('to redeem oneself or 'for one's well-being') wrote Varro (LL, 6, 20), 'in place of human souls' says Festus more precisely (p. 276

Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better

They had to stir the churn of the ocean, until the soma floated up, as butter floats from milk. And this task could not be undertaken in opposition to the Asuras, but only with their help. The pronouncement ran contrary to everything the Devas had previously thought. But in the end, what did they have to lose, given that their lives were so futile? Now they thought: Anything, so long as there be a trial, a risk, a task.

ardor which is tapas; the name Indra

Sacrifice requires perfect awareness of destruction: if this clear-sighted attention is missing, there is no sacrifice. For technology it's enough to justify with claims about its practical utility.

Any theologian understands martyrdom, but only the martyr experiences the fire.

What had Pledger-Brown said? Too bad, Davey; he wanted blood and all we could offer was guts.

He became an unimaginative woman's creation. Delilah had shorn his locks and assured him he looked much neater and cooler without them. He gave her his soul, and she transformed it into a cabbage.

I don't think Emily was quite up to the demands of being everything to Chips. Love lays heavy burdens on the loved one, sometimes

Who is she? That is what you must discover, Ramezay, and you must find your answer in psychological truth, not in objective truth. You will not find out quickly, I am sure. And while you are searching, get on with your own life and accept the possibility that it may be purchased at the price of hers and that this may be God's plan for you and her.

anything you do will be for nothing, unless it leads you to the Goddess of the Underworld

Aztec religion practiced human sacrifice, understanding it to be both a form of oblation to the gods and a means of deification for the victims. The crucifixion therefore made a certain kind of sense by analogy and the cross was thus incorporated into this sacrificial narrative. Nahua (Aztec) converts could comprehend a crucified god, self-offered to a yet-higher deity.

Can you trust me, he said. Not will you. Can you. Can I trust him? What do I have to lose?

The merrel also knew its wing had not healed. But I could reach a great height once more before it failed me, it said. And from there I would fold my wings and plummet to the earth as if a hare or a fawn had caught my eye; but it would be myself I stooped toward. It would be a good flight and a good death. And so I eat their dead things cut up on a pole, dreaming of my last flight.

And when I looked up and saw you as you were, in no gaudy robes and bearing no solemn goblet - suddenly I had hope.' 'I did not see you looking,' said Mirasol. 'I did no want you to see,' said the Master.'And I looked away quickly, because I knew the hope was false. I knew - I think I knew - that it was not really about hope, it was about looking at you. And so I looked at Horuld, and at his sword, and reminded myself that they were about to kill me.

Roses are for love. Not forget-me-not, honeysuckle, silly sweethearts' love but the love that makes you and keeps you whole, love that gets you through the worst your life'll give you and that pours out of you when you're given the best instead.

They could at least part with love. It was like Tor to make the gesture; her father, for all his kindness, was too proud—or too much a king; and she was too proud, or too bitter, or too young.

Just promise us—for this evening—that you won't try to sacrifice yourself to your stubborn idea of justice to a Norman king. No sacrifices till you've had at least one good night's sleep, and something to eat.

And what if it doesn't work?" "Then both of us end our existence tonight," he said in that impassive we're-chained-to-the-wall-and-the-bad-guys-are-coming voice I remembered too well.