Quotes About Sacrifice

It is an almost precise inversion of Lord Acton's observation: the more power we have over our children, the more we are willing to sacrifice for them. Love transfigures power. Absolute love transfigures absolute power. And power transfigured by love is the power that made and saves the world.

Another paragraph from Chris's journal replays in my mind: "The things that tempt me from following God daily aren't sinful things," he wrote. "They're good things—duty to my family, to my father's company, to the people at my church. But if I am going to devote myself to following God, I must be willing to leave the good things behind as I seek the best thing—total submission and obedience.

What nourishes me also destroys me

Love beckons with a rare bouquet. Love demands you drink of it. And then love burns the tongue, the senses. Love blinds. Love maddens. Love separates reason from thought. Love kills. Love is methyl alcohol pretending to be ethyl alcohol.

Love and death have this in common: they consume you so that everything else ceases to matter

I was so drunk on my feelings for him that all I wanted to do was be with him. Please him. Show him in a thousand ways how much I loved him. Everything else was unimportant.

The price of being a hip, swinging chick eventually had become too great to pay.

gave up her child without so much as a note or a dollar, and what excuse did she have? None. She was not poor. She was not the victim of brutality. And the child, whatever else his circumstances, had been conceived in love. That much was true. How could she have so easily given the child away? Olympia

How much can you give to him when you get so little in return? Eventually I fear you'll go dry and end up hating him.

I killed her once and died for her many times

I told him that he better be good to you. When you came along, I said I'd share you, but I told him to remember that you're my sister. I loved you first.

Bridget cried for the leavers and the left. For the people, like herself, grimly forsaking what precious gifts they would ever get.

Everything good requires sacrifices.

I love her. I need her. I gave away everything I had for her. I just wanted her to know me.

I'm dying with you before I'm living without you.

Its natural to overlook and even sacrifice the things that belong to us most easily, most gracefully.

Bridget cried for the leavers and the left. For the people, like herself, grimly forsaking what few precious gifts they would ever get. She cried for Bailey, for Tibby, for the resolute clump of cells making headway in her uterus, and for Marly, her poor, sad mother, who'd missed everything.

He'd given up blessings he hadn't been worthy of for the chance to be with her, and now he'd lost that, too.

a good mother doesn't just obey the wishes of her selfish heart. A good mother does what she believes is the best thing for her child. Sometimes they are the same. This time they are different.

Why couldn't it belong to him anymore? Why couldn't he belong to it? Because he gave it up. He held on to himself, and he threw the other things away.

It's natural to overlook and even sacrifice the things that belong to us most easily, most gracefully. So here's me asking you to please not make that mistake.

If you ran out of ways to please and you had no family money, you went to law school.

Missions is practicing God's presence until His passion compels us to obey.

The damage in many cases was lifelong. These women had not just surrendered a child. They had surrendered control over the most important decision they might ever make to people who they felt did not necessarily have their best interest at heart. The shame was no longer about being single and pregnant. The shame was that they had given away, or not fought hard enough to keep, their child.