Quotes About Sacrifice

Little is known about Boyle's mother, other than that she was married at seventeen and proceeded to bear fifteen children in the next twenty-three years, then dropped dead of consumption, which by then must have come as a relief.

Advocates of self-sacrifice hold that a man's primary obligation is to serve some entity outside of himself.

The Nazis preached a certain philosophy—and they carried it out in action. They preached authority above rights, the group above the individual, sacrifice above happiness, nihilism above morality, feelings above facts, pliability above absolutes, obedience above logic, the Führer above the self—and they applied it.

Our own German language possesses a word which magnificently designates this kind of activity: Pflichterfüllung (fulfillment of duty); it means not to be self-sufficient but to serve the community." (Meln Kampf)

Bleed with us.

Followership is not an easy path, and Jesus never pretended otherwise.

God sells us all things at the price of labor.

Nuestra vida está hecha de la muerte de otros

El amor ansía ser correspondido; buscan las lágrimas lágrimas que les respondan. Y cuando el alma de un gran pueblo sufre, su vida entera acusa el dolor; tiembla toda alma viva y los de corazón puro van al sacrificio

Sólo aquellos mártires, que van con un corazón puro y triste, fecundamente surcado por el pesado arado del dolor, realzan la vida

Sería una vileza enorme que yo la amase pensaba con palabras que no salían de sus labios; pero por el agudo dolor de su corazón comprendía que renunciaba a algo precioso, y así redimía una culpa aún no bien identificable

I imagine that the goddess of Love has come down from Olympus to visit a mortal. So as not to die of cold in this modern world of ours, she wraps her sublime body in great heavy furs and warms her feet on the prostrate body of her lover. I imagine the favorite of this beautiful despot, who is whipped when his mistress grows tired of kissing him, and whose love only grows more intense the more he is trampled underfoot. I shall call the picture Venus in Furs

Take an eye for an eye, turn your heart into stone, this all I have lived for, this all I have known.

We may give our human loves the unconditional allegiance which we owe only to God. Then they become gods: then they become demons. Then they will destroy us, and also destroy themselves.

But forgiveness...I'll hold on to that fragile slice of hope and keep it close, remembering that in each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We're each of us our own...bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid, something real. We've got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there's an awful lot of gray to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.

One could argue that it's romantic to die for love. Of course, then you're dead and unable to take that honeymoon trip to the Alps with all the other fashionable young couples, which is a shame.

Why does anyone do anything? Belief. A belief that they are right and just in their actions. Abraham was willing to sacrifice his son, Isaac, because he believed that God had commanded it. To kill your son is unthinkable. A crime. But if you are acting in the belief that your God, your supreme deity whom you must obey, has demanded it of you, is it still a crime?

He smiles sadly. Now I know my destiny. What is it? This. He draws me in to him in a kiss. His lips are warm. He pulls me tighter in his embrace. The roots sigh and release their hold on my waist and the wound in my side is healed. Kartik, I cry, kissing his cheeks. It's let me go. That's good, he says. He makes a small cry. His back arches, and every muscle in his body tightens.

Oh, honey, of course it hurts! Beauty is pain. But you don't want to look like a troll, do you?

Prepared to fly, even if she has to loose her legs to do it

I'm coming with you," Kartik insists. "You'll get yourself killed," I argue. "Then it's a good day to die," he says

don't. I don't know about you, but if I'm gonna be chained to a rock by the gods, I'd rather go out as the person who brought fire back from the mountain than as a pure princess who didn't have the sense to say to everyone, "Oh, hell no, you are not sacrificing me to some sea monster!

And she wanted so much to make him happy that she forgot how to make herself happy" "That is not happiness. That is kind of murder, yeah?

There is no progress without cost.