Quotes About Sacrifice

She was, so to speak, an impersonal creature, because of her great heart; a woman who did not belong to herself: God seemed to have made her only to give her to others.

They died in splendour, these who claimed no spark Of glory save the light in a friend's eye.

La fe de Abraham fue probada cuando Dios le pidió dar todo. La fe no puede ser menos que total. Confiar en Dios significa verlo solo a Él, encontrar en Él todas nuestras esperanzas, no retener nada, no tener ninguna reserva. La fe es compromiso. Pero solo porque la fe mira a Dios y no a nosotros, el dar de la fe es realmente recibir. En compromiso, el precio que la fe paga es todo. Pero en confianza total, el precio es nada. La fe mira a Dios, no al hombre, como el dador.

La fe de Abraham no apunta a Abraham, sino nos señala a Dios, al Dios que ve, al Dios que provee.

All for love, and nothing for reward.

Give back my book and take my kiss instead.

I come from that society and there is a common thread, specifically family values - the idea that you do anything for your family, and the unconditional love for one's children.

Lo que tiene que decirle, lo que necesita decirle, y lo que al mismo tiempo le horroriza que sepa, es que él la quiere con él, para siempre, en todos lados y a todas horas o a casi todas, porque ha naufragado en tal estado de adoración que no entiende la vida sin ella

Y si el precio de serlo es que jamás nadie lo sepa, que sea. Que sea ese el precio. Que todo esto permanezca en el más absoluto silencio. Que nadie sepa, nunca, ni ahora mientras caminamos en esta procesión callada, ni dentro de muchos años cuando sea una viejita memoriosa, Manuel, querido mío, lo mucho que te amé.

Men love their ideas more than their lives. And the more preposterous the idea, the more eager they are to die for it. And to kill for it.

Oh! For love, for the painfully nourished, tenderly cherished, sweet frenzies illusion, the known-illusion within the globule of sentimental cynicism. For romantic love, then, I sacrifice honor, decensy, human kindness, charity, honesty, friendship and the future -- all, (ah!) for love!

At that moment I was ready to forsake my other home, forsake my mother and father and little sister and all my friends, and spend the rest of my life in the desert eating cactus for lunch, drinking blood at cocktail time, and letting the ferocious sun flay me skin and soul. I'd gladly have traded parents, school, a college education and a career for one dependable saddle hourse. Later that night, of course, alone in bed, the deadly homesickness would strike me faint.

The tragedy of modern war is that the young men die fighting each other - instead of their real enemies back home in the capitals.

If the life of natural things, millions of years old, does not seem sacred to us, then what can be sacred? Human vanity alone? Contempt for the natural world is contempt for life. The domination of nature leads to the domination of human nature. Anything becomes permissible. We return once more to the nightmare cultures of Hitler, Stalin, King Philip II, Montezuma, Caligula, Heliogabalus, Herod, the Pharaohs; Christ sacrificed himself in vain.

There was this tendency to drift. And yet  when she thought about it, what did she really want to do? Or be? She had given up dancing-the dance-because it was too demanding, because it required an almost total devotion which she was unwilling to give. The cruelest art. 

Go thou my incense upward from this hearth And ask the gods to pardon this clear flame.

I learn how great hearts feel what sweetness and glory there is to die for the things they love! I saw a father sacrificing himself for his son; he was subjected to charges which a word of his could dispel, — he was mistaken for his boy. With what joy he seized the error, confessed the noble crimes of valour and fidelity which the son had indeed committed, and went to the doom, exulting that his death saved the life he had given, not in vain!

But SACRIFICE does not mean 'death' at all. It means MAKING HOLY

We cannot live, suffer or die for somebody else, for suffering is too precious to be shared.

I gave her everything I could give," He winces as if there's a nerve which gets trapped in his heart whenever it pulls in a certain direction.

Let a nation's fervent thanks make some amends for the toils and sufferings of those who survive.

He loved his country as no other man has loved her, but no man deserved less at her hands.

When a man becomes a fireman his greatest act of bravery has been accomplished. What he does after that is all in the line of work.

He must give up his identification with original unconscious wholeness and voluntarily accept being a real fragment instead of an unreal whole.