Quotes About Sacrifice

It is not goodness we are called to, but worship.

Worship is exclusionary. You cannot compromise on worship. Worship

if you have not learned to pay the smaller prices of following Christ in your daily life, you will not be prepared to pay the ultimate price in God's calling.

Pe cruce, Isus ne-a d?ruit darul suprem al bun?t??ii nemeritate.

The Jews did not kill Me.] First, no one could have taken My life if I had not willingly laid it down. Also, this is a fraudulent charge that is repeatedly reinvented. They alone did not kill Me--Romans, Greeks, people from everywhere in the world were gathered in Jerusalem on that day and participated in the events that took place. All of humanity must bear the blame for what happened.

Of all the enterprises in which the human heart engages, none lends itself more to abuse and manipulation than the activities of religion. For here, sacrifice and greed can meet in the most trusting and exploiting context.

Crucifixion: The Ancient World and the Folly of the Cross.

Redemption of your soul is the price that was paid to restore its original value that had been traded away for lawless things.

From then on, my longings, my hopes, my dreams and my every effort has been to live for Him, who rescued me, to study for Him who gave me this mind, to serve Him who fashioned my will, and to speak for Him who gave me a voice.

A heart that truly worships is a heart that gives its best to God in time and substance.

But souls can't be sold. They can only be lost and never found again.

There must be something in books, things we can't imagine, to make a woman stay in a burning house; there must be something there. You don't stay for nothing.

War's never a winning thing, Charlie. You just lose all the time, and the one who loses last asks for terms. All I remember is a lot of losing and sadness and nothing good but the end of it. The end of it, Charles, that was a winning all to itself, having nothing to do with guns. But I don't suppose that's the kind of victory you boys mean for me to talk on.

most men jump at the chance to give up everything for nothing. There's nothing we're so slapstick with as our own immortal souls.

Kill two birds with one stone, feed the homeless to the hungry.

The fire crackled up the stairs. It fed upon Picassos and Matisses in the upper halls, like delicacies, baking off the oily flesh, tenderly crisping the canvases into black shavings.

It is computed that eleven thousand persons have at several times suffered death rather than submit to break eggs at the smaller end.

There was a damn silly bird called a Phoenix back before Christ: every few hundred years he built a pyre and burned himself up. He must have been first cousin to Man.

He stood and he only had one leg. The other was like a chunk of burnt pine-log he was carrying along as a penance for some obscure sin.

No one in his right mind, the good Lord knows, would have children!

What did you give to the city, Montag? Ashes. What did the others give to each other? Nothingness.

No, said the old man, deep under. I don't remember anyone winning anywhere any time. War's never a winning things, Charlie. You just lose all the time, and the one who loses last asks for terms. All I remember is a lot of losing and sadness and nothing good but the end of it. The end of it, Charles, that was a winning all to itself, having nothing to do with guns. But I don't suppose that's the kind of victory you boys mean for me to talk on.

Tú no estabas allí, tú no la viste —insistió él—. Tiene que haber algo en los libros, cosas que no podemos imaginar para hacer que una mujer permanezca en una casa que arde. Ahí tiene que haber algo. Uno no se sacrifica por nada.

Tu no estabas allí, tú no la viste -insistió él-. Tiene que haber algo en los libros, cosas que no podemos imaginar para hacer que una mujer permanezca en una casa que arde. Ahí tiene que haber algo. Uno no se sacrifica por nada.