Quotes About Sacrifice

Miles," said Bel's voice, seeming to come from a long way off, "if you're going to pass out, put your head down." "Between my knees," choked Miles, "and kiss my ass goodbye. Bel, do you know what that sigil is?

I need you more than I need freedom.

What would I have done if my coya had been captured or killed? My mate, Sharone. The other half of everything I am. What would I have done?

It was my baby, too." His voice was husky, filled with regret, with pain. "But even more than that, Sherra, you're my soul. You're every breath I take. I would give my life to have saved you. I would give it now if it would mean I could go back and spare you this pain." The dampness from his eyes soaked the swarthy complexion, lined with pain and regret. "I would do anything, everything, baby, to ease this pain for you.

She was his. He would die for her. He would die without her.

He gave to Paige that last part of himself. The part of a male that became more than a lover, more than a heart mate. He gave her that primitive, possessive core that most men hold back. He gave her his being and he felt the momemt she gave to him. And they became more than just one.

Hell. I saw Cassie running for that car and you know what ran through my mind, Merrie?" he asked her painfully. Merinus sighed deeply. "That you had failed." She surprised him with that answer. "You couldn't protect your own, and now you hadn't protected Cassie either." "Yeah," he breathed out roughly. "But how did you know?" "Because it's the same thing Sherra told me before she locked herself in her room

She lifted her head, her eyes still wet, her lips trembling. I love you, she whispered. So much. His head lowered and, amid blood and death, touched hers as light as a feather and whispered, I live for you.

God, she loved him. If she could give him his every desire then she would do it in a second, but some things she knew she couldn't do. Dawg and Natches she couldn't do. And she had no idea how to tell him.

I'd die for you," he said softly. "I'd kill for you, Chay. And I'd go to my knees for you.

Worse is having my soul ripped from my body, he told her. We, who are told we have no soul. I found mine nearly seven years ago when a kid walked into the roughest, dirtiest, meanest bar I know of, to save her friends. If I lose her, I lose who and what I am.

The sharing isn't an every time thing, but it would sure as hell be missed if we stopped." "Has anyone ever asked you to stop, Dawg?" she asked. "Have you ever considered it?" Something dangerous flashed in his expression before it was gone just as quickly. "I'd stop if someone I loved asked it of me. If I knew the woman I loved couldn't handle it." He shrugged his broad shoulders.

Him or jail. She could see it in his expression. Crista shook her head slowly before swallowing tightly. "I'm not one of the Nauti Boys' whores," she whispered harshly. "I can't play one to stay out of jail, Dawg. I'd rather rot in prison than buy my freedom at the expense of my soul.

Kelly should have been your sister, Rowdy. If I hadn't been so stupid, I wouldn't have lost Maria all those years ago. She chose the lover willing to love just her, rather than his own selfishness. Willing to give her all of himself, without the childish need to have it all his own way.

Everyone wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die.

CHARLIE Have you ever wondered—I am being devil's advocate now—if just possibly he hadn't "capitalized," so to speak, on the backwardness he found here? MARTA (Tightly) Mr. Morris, I am not a very complicated person. I believe that people are what they do. You may think it simple-minded of me if you like—but if you don't understand the depth of his sacrifice merely by being here—

No wine, she said. It leads to cheese.

believe, it is the height of love to—to release a loved one.

Mustafa Kemal drily reminds his co-conspirators that the object is not to die for the revolution, but to live for it.

Their trade was not life, but death. They have eaten the fruit of the tree they grew for others to eat.

Do you know the strangest thing about being a soldier? It is that you are repeatedly ordered to commit suicide. and you obey.

War is wonderful, until someone is killed.

You can't make an omelette without breaking eggs,' quoted Kokolios, looking at Stamatis significantly. 'I don't like your omelette,' said Stamatis. 'It's made with bad eggs, it tastes foul, and it makes me shit.' (62)

There is nothing to unify God and the soul but the Cross.