Quotes About Sacrifice

A woman needs to be told that you would sacrifice anything for her. A man needs to be told he is being useful. When the man or woman strays from that formula, the other loses trust. When trust is lost, communication falls apart.

Women define themselves by their relationships and men define themselves by whom they are helping. Women believe value is created by sacrifice. If you are willing to give up your favorite activities to be with her, she will trust you. If being with her is too easy for you, she will not trust you.

If you want success, figure out the price, then pay it.

One of the best pieces of advice I've ever heard goes something like this: If you want success, figure out the price, then pay it.

Believers are called to be servants, and that invariably involves periodically putting others' needs ahead of our own and in rare circumstances can involve laying down one's life for another. It does not, however, obligate believers to neglect their legitimate self-interest.

And what of ourselves? Are we really completely outside this mechanism? The people who come after us, won't they find aspects of sacrificial thinking even in the way we use anti-sacrificial theory?

I am completely in agreement with you that Christ is no longer—in the Gospels—an unrevealed scapegoat. It's the opposite: now he is spoken of openly as the scapegoat! Therefore I am completely in agreement with your phrase: "Even if Christ is our scapegoat, he is not that of the Father, and the sacrificial understanding is always relative, while the absolute is that which is beyond all sacrifice."174

What the first Christians knew as the "New Testament" was not a book, but the Eucharist. In a cultic setting, at a solemn sacrificial banquet, Jesus made an offering of his "body" and "blood." He used traditional sacrificial language. He spoke of the action as his memorial. He told those who attended to repeat the action they had witnessed: "Do this in remembrance of me" (Luke 22:19).

For God so loved the world that he gave his only-begotten Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.

The prophet Hosea spoke for God, saying, "I desire steadfast love and not sacrifice, the knowledge of God, rather than burnt offerings" (Hos 6:6).

God instituted sacrifice not for His own sake but for our sake. The sacrificial law is a means to God's glorious end: it disciplines His people, focusing their attention on worship, gratitude, sorrow for sin, the need for purity, and the necessity of renouncing everything in order to cling to God.

If you want to mark your covenant with God, to seal your covenant with God, to renew your covenant with God, you have to eat the Lamb—the paschal lamb Who is our unleavened bread. It begins to sound familiar. "Unless you eat the flesh of the Son of man and drink His blood, you have no life in you" (Jn 6: 54).

they can still think of their daily work as an offering, their desk or anvil or stovetop as an "altar" to God, and they can still offer their work

All of us are called to share God's life, and we must face our ordeal and choose God freely.

The Mass, it seems, is like the Normandy invasion in the spiritual realm.

No podemos vivir sin la misa»

Why has God done the things that he has done in history? One word: Love.

It was Brian's blood, and for some reason I knew it was pure. No other man I'd held in my arms -and now, not even I- had blood this pure.

people never gave away their hearts, however willing or desperate or lonely they were. Hearts always had to be taken. By force or trickery. Love was murder, the infliction of death by cardiac theft, and the alternative was even worse.

I know what it's like to be manipulated, Aya-la. And I know what it's like to be in danger. While your city was building you mansions to live in, my friends and I have been protecting this planet. We've spilled more blood than you have flowing in your veins. So don't try to make me feel guilty! -Tally Youngblood, Extras

I love my virginity to the apocalypse.

Sometimes Tally felt she could almost accept brain damage if it meant a life without reconstituted noodles.

Anything more than friendship with her would destroy his chances of taking the throne. But every time one of them had fallen – in the snows of the Alps, in Istanbul, on the stormy topside, in that dusty canyon – the other had been there to pick them up. She couldn't imagine Alek leaving her for some daft crown and scepter.

He shook with another sob, sinking to one knee and realizing that the survival of that one ship – one girl, really – had been for a moment more important than the war itself, or a city's millions. Then the wind shifted, and Alek breathed in the burnt-meat smells that filled the room behind him. Important enough for him to kill a man, it seemed.