Quotes About Sacrifice

Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth.

Cuando a los grandes de este mundo les da por amaros, es que van a convertiros en carne de cañón

Os lo aseguro, buenas y pobres gentes, gilipollas, infelices, baqueteados por la vida, desollados, siempre empapados en sudor, os aviso, cuando a los grandes de este mundo les da por amaros, es que van a convertiros en carne de cañón... Es la señal... Infalible.

Det er sværere at give afkald på kærligheden end på livet.

But I was going to say that while I was dawdling about abroad, I saw a good many talented young fellows making all sorts of sacrifices, and enduring real hardships, that they might realize their dreams. Splendid fellows, some of them, working like heroes, poor and friendless, but so full of courage, patience and ambition, that I was ashamed of myself, and longed to give them a right good lift.

When a mother loves her child as much as yours loved you, she might find it impossible to let go, to leave you, if you were sitting right there. She had to wait for you to go away before she could die.

Had Jane felt that way this whole time? Back when it had all happened, Sylvie remembered feeling really angry at her: Sylvie had chosen Brown partly so she could be at college with her sister. Then Jane had gotten pregnant and ruined everything.

You just said you love them, Susannah," Helen said finally. "So you must ask yourself: what are you willing to do for them?

I was willing to take being second best if it meant I could still . . . you know. Be with him.

We pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won, but exact their dues of work and self denial, anxiety and discouragement.

Without shedding of blood there is no anything… Everything, it seems to me, has to be purchased by self-sacrifice. Our race has marked every step of its painful ascent with blood. And now torrents of it must flow again… I don't think the war has been sent as a punishment for sin. I think it is the price humanity must pay for some blessing - some advance great enough to be worth the price which we may not live to see but which our children's children will inherit.

For we pay a price for everything we get or take in this world; and although ambitions are well worth having, they are not to be cheaply won.

Everything, it seems to me, has to be purchased by self-sacrifice. Our race has marked every step of its painful ascent with blood. And now torrents of it must flow again. No, Mrs. Crawford, I don't think the war has been sent as a punishment for sin. I think it is the price humanity must pay for some blessing - some advance great enough to be worth the price - which we may not live to see but which our children's children will inherit.

I kind of felt I shouldn't shorten their lovely lives by picking them—I wouldn't want to be picked if I were an apple blossom. But the temptation was irresistible. What do you do when you meet with an irresistible temptation?

If you already have a person's love no sacrifice can be too much to give for it; but any sacrifice is too great to buy it for you.

se un rosignolo dà via le penne della coda, può dire: mi resta il dono del canto; ma se le fate dar via a un pavone, le penne della coda, che gli resta?

Only love can abjure power. Only love is strong enough to accept the weakness of not having power. Only love can outbid the offer of control made by evil.

The ability to choose weakness over power is a capacity for sacrifice, and that sacrifice is love in action. To be weak is to be open to another, to enter relationship. Sacrifice is accepting the weakness of loss, even the loss of life, for the good of others. It is the fountain of love.

For every gain there is a sacrifice, and the removal of the parasite sometimes entails removal of the host.

It is as if producing a creative work tears a piece from your soul. When it is ripped completely free of you, the wound must bleed for a while. How similar it is to letting go of a dream, your hope, or your heart's desire. You must open up and let it drain.

I had come to realize that you must do what you must for your children, even it if called for the sacrifice of your very soul.

but why should we have dominion? Are we better than the dog that stays by a master who forgets to notice him? Than the cat who lays the mouse at your door when she is hungry and could have eaten it herself? Than a horse who will keep galloping to please you until its lungs have given out?

If Jessica had been pleased with his work, that was enough. He had bent to his work and poured his entire soul, black as it might have been, into fashioning something beautiful for his lady. His lady. He could no longer think of her as anything else. And that was the thought that left him standing in the lists, useless and fair blinded by the thought of his poor heart being so exposed.

Besides, as much as she loved Bruckner's symphonies, he just couldn't touch a man who had painted his bedroom walls with views of the sea to please her, who gave his precious smiles to her alone, who wept when he watched his daughter sleep.