Quotes About Sacrifice

He did the right thing,' the count replied. 'He has a noble heart. He realized that every man owes some debt to his country: some give their talents, others their hard work; some watch, others bleed. Had he stayed

Oh, Louise, te iubesc în aÈ™a chip, încât aÈ™ fi în stare s?-mi dau sângele pentru dumneata pic?tur? cu pictur?, carnea mea fâÈ™ie cu fâÈ™ie, toat? veÈ™nicia f?pturii mele pentru o singur? clip?.

L'amour est la plus égoïste de toutes les passions.

Treville understood admirably the war method of that period, in which he who could not live at the expense of the enemy must live at the expense of his compatriots.

Conozco el precio del oro pero también el precio de la sangre; y en este momento la sangre es para nosotros más cara que el oro.

War is a distraction: we gain everything by it; we can only lose one thing by it—life—then so much the worse!

The dream of poor Bazin had always been to serve a man of the cloth.

Poi, gettando un ultimo sguardo su quel bel giovane di venticinque anni appena, che egli lasciava a giacere lì, privo di sentimenti, e forse morto, sospirò sullo strano destino che induce gli uomini a distruggersi gli uni con gli altri nell'interesse di persone estranee, le quali spesso ignorano, di quei loro paladini, perfino l'esistenza.

At each instant citizens fall under the control of the public administration; they are brought insensibly and almost without their knowing it to sacrifice new parts of their individual independence to it every day, and the same men who from time to time overturn a throne and ride roughshod over kings bend more and more without resistance to the slightest will of a clerk.

To be free, with him, signifies to escape from all the shackles of society. As he delights in this barbarous independence, and would rather perish than sacrifice the least part of it, civilization has little power over him.

They would thus ruin themselves without warming the hearts of the population that surrounds them. It does not ask of them the sacrifice of their money, but of their haughtiness.

Listen, normals! You must learn what it is. You must learn how it is. You must tear the barriers down. You must tear the veils away. We see the truth you cannot see... That there is nothing in man but love and faith, courage and kindness, generosity and sacrifice. All else is only the barrier of your blindness. One day we'll all be mind to mind and heart to heart...

Indeed, to sacrifice seems as natural to man as to pray; the one indicates what he feels about himself, the other what he feels about God. The one means a felt need of propitiation, the other a felt sense of dependence.

Let us earnestly avoid the confusion of ideas which would represent worship as service, instead of joyous preparation for service in daily life, and which too often ends in making of this supposed worship our only service.

So the two went quietly out to save life or lose it, not counted the cost.

when you truly love someone and they love you in return, you ruin your lives together. That is not a curse, it's what life is, my girl. We all come to ruin, we turn to dust, but whom we love is the thing that lasts.

I must keep my head and not give in to desire, for desire is what causes women to drown.

It had made her too helpless, because that's what love did. There was no way around it and no way to fight it. Now if she lost, she lost everything.

You rescue something and you're responsible for it. But maybe that's what love is. Maybe it's like a hit-and-run accident; it smashes you before you can think. You do it no matter the cost and you keep on running

The frightened walk away when love is difficult. I know that now. You have to be willing to give everything away. You have to be willing to end up with nothing. Only then will your heart be whole.

But what we are given is taken as well, so that we know God's glory comes to us from His will alone.

Maria Owens did what she did for a reason. She was young and she thought damning anyone who loved us would protect us. But what she had with that terrible man wasn't love. She didn't understand that when you truly love someone and they love you in return, you ruin your lives together. That is not a curse, it's what life is, my girl. We all come to ruin, we turn to dust, but whom we love is the thing that lasts.

I loved him even now, as he took a knife to my throat, as I drowned in blood, as I whispered Cousin, you were wrong. We were born to live.

Real love, after all, was worth the price you paid, however briefly it might last.