Quotes About Sacrifice

The law gives a husband ownership of his wife. I value my judgment too dearly to sacrifice it to another's. And there's no escape—the contract binds until death. A married woman is little better than a slave.

No book has yet been written in praise of a woman who let her husband and children starve or suffer while she invented even the most useful things, or wrote books, or expressed herself in art, or evolved philosophic systems.

I have six sisters..." "So?" "So let me tell you, it is the simplest thing in the world: give in. What woman wants, God wants.

She's pretty, but in her face you can see all the things she's given up on in life.

They are honourable and precious to me, these books, in proportion to their great heroism. They are like members of a suicide squad who do not hesitate to engage the enormously superior enemy, life, upon my behalf.

come un cavallo da tiro ha la sensazione che Il suo carico cresce di minuto in minuto, e le zampe gli si piegano, ma gli occhi miti non riescono a guardare indietro, così lei non vedeva da quale parte fluisse questa enorme e inutile vita su lei, e solo sapeva questo: che doveva portarla.

Queste feste sono una fatica terribile, se le godono solo i giovani. In quanto a noi, alla nostra età, non c'è più niente che possa portarci consolazione. Servire, servire fino alla morte, ecco quanto ci rimane. E tutto quanto facciamo, è per gli altri.

not since I sacrificed the word love for the thing have I fought such a mind in my war.

The young man looked down from the cart at the people in front of him. Jonah felt his teacher's eyes meet his own, and for a fraction of a second a smile played on the prisoner's lips. Then he glanced toward heaven and spoke. "I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country.

This is what happened: we were completely abandoned. No one had the courage to attempt the impossible. We were slaves without honor. We were strangers in our own land. Then one man stood up. A nameless man, without any money, without a crown. One among millions. He lifted our hearts up to the stars. We followed him and swore him allegiance. The best of us died for him. We all would die for him. If he unfurls the flag we are ready to march against hell for him and for Germany. A

Mothers, justifiably fearful for every pfennig and always asking, What's it for? willingly gave up their sons and parts of their sons as long as they kept on playing this march. Once the music has faded away, they'd ask softly, What for? What for?

If you're fighting and are killed, another takes up the banner and he fights and is killed too, and the next one takes up the flag and dies too. That's the natural sequence of events, for you don't get anything for nothing. But what if there's no one there who wants to take up the flag because no one knows its meaning?

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.' Mother Teresa of Calcutta

For my mother, who gave so much, and climbed a mountain every day.

Others throw their children into the Volga, preferring to see them drown rather than be brought up in the communist faith, which they believe is an anti-Christ doctrine

Jaenelle squirmed. "My…mate…is trapped in the Twisted Kingdom. If I don't show him the way out, he'll be destroyed.

No,* he said gently when her words finally stopped, *they don't want you. They don't love you, can't love you. But I do love you. The Priest loves you. The beautiful ones, the gentle ones—they love you. We've waited so long for you to come. We need you with us. We need you to walk among us.*

Daemon clung to Surreal as she flew along the Winds, too weak to argue, too spent to care. His heart, however... His heart held on fiercely to Jaenelle's soft, sighing caress of his name. Everything has a price.

Kowalski shrugged. "She's my mate. I can live with it if it makes her happy." Simon looked at the bulging carry sacks Kowalski had in each hand. "Couldn't you just give her the best parts of a bunny?" "Doesn't

People will use anything that comes to hand when they're fighting for their lives—or for someone else's.

Everything has a price.

Some men die for lack of love…some die because of it. Think about it." - Daemon

What to my Saviour shall I give Who freely hath done this for me? I'll serve him here whilst I shall live And Love him to Eternity.

On all her breezes borne Earth yields no scents like those; But he, that dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose.