Quotes About Sacrifice

Bring hither the fatted calf, and kill it.

Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows.

They crucify to themselves the Son of God afresh, and put him to an open shame.

Introibo ad altare Dei [I will go in to the altar of God].

And, behold, the veil of the temple was rent in twain from the top to the bottom; and the earth did quake, and the rocks rent.

This cup is the new testament in my blood: this do ye, as oft as ye drink it, in remembrance of me.

He goeth after her straightway, as an ox goeth to the slaughter.

Bulls make money. Bears make money. Pigs get slaughtered.

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get, it's what you are expected to give -- which is everything.

On ne saurait faire une omelette sans casser des oeufs [You can't make an omelet without breaking eggs].

At least a bank robber uses his arms to steal money. I am using money to steal an arm.

One day you will understand why our prophet said that heaven is under the feet of mothers. Because they suffer so much in delivering humanity into existence.

Said a disciple, 'I don't trade my love for money.' Said the Master, 'isn't itas bad - or worse - that you trade it for love?

And you will understand how true it is that everyone who stops clinging to brothers or sisters, father, mother or children, land or houses Ã¢â'¬Â¦ is repaid a hundred times over and gains eternal life.

To come to the land of love, you must pass through the pains of death, for to love persons means to die to the need for persons and to be utterly alone.

Could you give me the inner richness that makes it possible for you to so easily give away this thing that would have made you the richest man in the world?

War is a bazaar where lives are traded like any other commodity: chocolate or bullets or parachute silk.

The upperclassman hands over a third pail. "Throw it," commands Bastian. The night steams, the stars burn, the prisoner sways, the boys watch, the commandant tilts his head. Frederick pours the water onto the ground. "I will not.

How do men convince themselves that others must die so they might live?

The war that killed your grandfather killed sixteen million others. One and a half million French boys alone, most of them younger than I was. Two million on the German side. March the dead in a single-file line, and for eleven days and eleven nights, they'd walk past our door.

Frederick said we don't have choices, don't own our lives, but in the end it was Werner who pretended there were no choices, Werner who watched Frederick dump the pail of water at his feet—I will not— Werner who stood by as the consequences came raining down. Werner who watched Volkheimer wade into house after house, the same ravening nightmare recurring over and over and over.

We serve the Reich, Pfennig. It does not serve us.

Marie-Laure sits among them, wondering who will cave, who will tattle, who will be the bravest. Who will lie on her back and let her last breath curl up to the ceiling as a curse upon the invaders.

Anthony Doerr