Quotes About Sacrifice

Before you have kids, you're like, 'I hope I don't die on this plane,' or, 'I hope I don't die crossing the street.' It's all me, me, me. 'What do I want to eat? What do I want to do?' But when you have a baby, and you would just happily stand in front of a bus to save her, it's a ferocious commitment to protecting your charge.

Protecting the peace of those who have lay their lives on the line for our nation is my personal priority.

I am incredibly proud of the hard work of our law enforcement officers and their commitment to protecting our communities.

I don't want to flee, nor do I want to abandon the battle of these farmers who live without any protection in the forest. They have the sacrosanct right to aspire to a better life on land where they can live and work with dignity while respecting the environment.

The men and women who put their lives on the line every day, often under very dangerous circumstances are true heroes and they deserve every protection that we can give them. They serve and protect our communities and our families.

I'm a mother, and when you have children, there's a protection. You'll do a lot to protect them, to do what's best for them.

The legendary tumbleweed is really a nurse crop that protects the growth of prairie grasses under its shade, and then it sacrifices itself and blows away.

It has always been my understanding that the brave men and women who fought and died for our country did so to ensure that we could live in a fair and free society, which includes the right to speak out in protest.

Simple formula for the actor: prove you're creative enough to get the job, sane enough to keep the job, and hungry enough to give up everything else to keep them happy.

I think I already proved that I wasn't just fighting for the money, because I fought as an amateur. I fought 90 fights for free.

I proved for a long time how much I've given of my heart and of my time to the UFC.

Everything in our lives revolves around our jobs, as much as we hate to say it. Where we live at, where our kids go to school, what we eat, what lifestyle we live, depends on the income we bring in and being able to provide for your family, and that's your employment.

Do not consider painful what is good for you.

We'll buy back our own harm with what is most dear to us.

Hast thou ice that thou shalt bind it To thy breast, and make thee dead To thy children, to thine own spirit's pain? When the hand knows what it dares, When thine eyes look into theirs, Shalt thou keep by tears unblinded Thy dividing of the slain? These be deeds Not for thee: These be things that cannot be!

And, they tell us, we at home Live free from danger, they go out to battle: fools! I'd rather stand three times in the front line than bear One child.

But my pain's a fair price, to take away your smile.

No cowardice, and no remembering your children, how they were your dears, or how you gave them birth. Instead for this one fleeting day forget that they are yours, and afterward take time to grieve. Although it's you who's killing them they were your lovely babes. And I'm a woman made of sorrow.

For never shall I lose a closer friend, Nor braver in my need. And worthy is she Of honour, who alone hath died for me.

A terrible thing it is to be a mother, and it bears a great endearment, and one common to all, so as to toil on behalf of their children.

What they say of us is that we have a peaceful time Living at home, while they do the fighting in war. How wrong they are! I would very much rather stand Three times in the front of battle than bear one child.

But do thou remain, there is no use for punctilio, if we can [but save your life.]

I got thee to succeed me in my hall, I have fed thee, clad thee. But I have no call To die for thee. Not in our family, Not in all Greece, doth law bid fathers die To save their sons. Thy road of life is thine None other's, to rejoice at or repine. All that was owed to thee by us is paid. My throne is thine. My broad lands shall be made Thine, as I had them from my father…. Say, How have I wronged thee? What have I kept away? Not died for thee?… I ask not thee to die.

ALCESTIS Translated by Theodore Alois Buckley