Quotes About Sacrifice

To pay the bills, I've liquidated my children's college fund.

I delayed my father's funeral because of cricket.

The witty woman is a tragic figure in American life. Wit destroys eroticism and eroticism destroys wit, so women must choose between taking lovers and taking no prisoners.

The martyr sacrifices herself entirely in vain. Or rather not in vain; for she makes the selfish more selfish, the lazy more lazy, the narrow narrower.

1. It may seem a strange principle to enunciate as the very first requirement in a hospital that it should do the sick no harm. 2. Were there none who were discontented with what they have, the world would never reach anything better. 3. The world is put back by the death of every one who has to sacrifice the development of his or her peculiar gifts to conventionality. 4. Women have no sympathy and my experience of women is almost as large as Europe.

Only God would adore his own death.

What did you do on Armistice Night? My beloved is mine and I am his!

If he had uttered the word "come" she would have followed him to the bitter ends of the earth; if he had said, "There is no hope," she would have known the finality of despair.

I am not going to be so American as to say that all true love demands some sacrifice. It doesn't. But I think that love will be truer and more permanent in which self-sacrifice has been exacted.

Edward ought, I suppose, to have gone to the Transvaal. It would have done him a great deal of good to get killed.

there are times when to a poor priest the rule of the Church as regards marriage seems bitter hard

But to betray her with battalion... That is against decency, against Nature...And for him, Christopher tietjens, to come down to the level of the men you met here!

celibacy, the sign of our unlimited availability to Christ and to others.

man is saved with the world and not from it.

The priesthood is the love of the heart of Jesus.

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Soldiers don't complain...I am not going to do it; I will pretend this is part of a war.

She was a sweet, pretty thing and he'd have walked the world over to get her a blade o' grass she wanted.

Soldiers don't complain," she would say between her small, shut teeth, "I am not going to do it; I will pretend this is part of a war.

She is hungrier than I am, she said to herself. She's starving. But her hand trembled when she put down the fourth bun. I'm not starving, she said—and she put down the fifth.

She asked what I had learned in Sunday school and I always said, "Jesus wept." I didn't want to go into my feelings about a God who put a father to a test to see if he'd kill his own son like a lamb to roast, and then sent his only child to be nailed onto a cross and fed vinegar

Being a good mother is being a hero. Right?

Take my eye, I say. I have another.

Francesca Lia Block