Quotes About Sacrifice

The price for his intactness was incompleteness.

He felt that he was leaving behind him his chance of being a certain type of artist. It seemed so much more important to be a certain sort of man.

Its nothing,' said Horace quietly, 'but if you can think of any nicer way of a man killing himself than taking a risk for you, why that's the way I want to die.

If you hated me, if you were covered with sores like a leper, if you ran away with another woman or starved me or beat me—how absurd this sounds—I'd still want you, I'd still love you. I KNOW, my darling.

A returned battalion of the National Guard paraded through the streets with open ranks for their dead and then stepped down out of romance forever and sold you things over the counters of local stores.

She was a brave, hopeful woman and she was following her husband somewhere, changing herself to this kind of person or that, without being able to lead him a step out of his path, and sometimes realizing with discouragement how deep in him the guarded secret of her direction lay. And yet an air of luck clung about her, as if she were a token...

I broke a date for him. To-day I feel I'd break anything for him, including the ten commandments and my neck.

But it was too late. He had angered Providence by resisting too many temptations. There was nothing left but heaven, where he would meet only those who, like him, had wasted earth.

Two out of every three professional officers considered that wars were made for armies and not armies for wars.

Gatsby bought that house so that Daisy would be just across the bay.

All life was transmitted into terms of their love, all experience, all desires, all ambitions, were nullified - their senses of humour crawled into corners to sleep;

Sacrifice was no purchase of freedom. Sacrifice by its very nature was arrogant and impersonal.

To this husband of hers she made the last concession of married life, which is more complete, more irrevocable, than the first—she listened to him. She told herself that the years had brought her tolerance—actually they had slain what measure she had ever possessed of moral courage. She

To this husband of hers she made the last concession of married life, which is more complete, more irrevocable, than the first—she listened to him. She told herself that the years had brought her tolerance—actually they had slain what measure she had ever possessed of moral courage.

there seemed to be some necessity of taking all or nothing; it was as if for the remainder of his life he was condemned to carry with him the egos of certain people, early met and early loved, and to be only as complete as they were complete themselves.

He was his wife's man and not his own.

Sometimes it is harder to deprive oneself of a pain than of a pleasure

Of Amory's attempted sacrifice had been born merely the full realization of his disillusion, but of Monsignor's funeral was born the romantic elf who was to enter the labyrinth with him.

She did not want him to be like other men, yet here were the same exigent demands, as if he wanted to take some of herself away carry it off in his pocket.

He was his wife's man and not his own.

Beauty means the agony of sacrifice and the end of agony

Give me a hero and I'll give you a tragedy.

He wanted nothing less of Daisy than that she should go to Tom and say: 'I never loved you.

Most of all she wanted him to know how she loved him, now that the fact was upsetting everything, now that she was walking over the battlefield in a thrilling dream.