Quotes About Sacrifice

A mother's heart is a vast and glorious thing. My mother's heart was expansive, having been enlarged by suffering and years of clinging to Jesus while being misunderstood, dismissed, and judged by those she loved most. Me included. It had cost her to love, had cost her much to mother. It always does. But she would tell you that it's worth it, that there is no other way.

Yes, we love peace, but we are not willing to take wounds for it, as we are for war.

My heart an altar, and Thy love the flame.

In leaning upon His Cross, let me not refuse my own; yet in bearing mine, let me bear it by the strength of His.

He thocht weill he wes worth na seyle, That mycht of nane anoyis feyle; And als for till escheve gret thingis, And hard trawalyis, and barganyngis, That suld ger his price dowblyt be. Quharfor, in all hys lyve tyme, he Wes in gret payn, ec gret trawaill; And neuir wald for myscheiff faill, Bot dryve the thing rycht to the end, And tak the vre that God wald send.

I realized after I got Jesus, I'd marry "that good woman who put me right with the Lord, got me away from the bottle and taught me what life is really all about." Which was to say, some church girl that resembles a pile of loose fat upholstered with pale goopy skin, and whose whole life is chocolate cake and visiting her sister.

John offered baptism in order to help his fellow Jews repent, but Christ, who was sinless, did not need to repent. Rather, Jesus' submission to baptism foreshadows his work on the cross, where although he had no sin of his own, he "made himself sin" (2 Corinthians 5:21) in order to wipe away our sins.

That's what comes across in this account of Jesus' baptism: it's all about Jesus taking my part, coming down to my level in order to lift me up to his level. What more could he have done to prove himself our friend?

Black magic never stops. What goes from you comes to you. Once you start this shit, you gotta keep it up. Just like the utility bill. Just like the grocery store. Or they kill you. You got to keep it up. Two, five, ten, twenty years.

He had tried everything, cutting down (many devices), pipes, cigars, even cold turkey. He had quit once in Rome, for seven hours after breakfast, during the last two of which his (first) wife was begging him to take it up again.

The man or woman who doesn't forgive has forgotten the price that Christ paid for them on the Cross.

If we don't risk being hurt, we cannot give unconditional love. Unconditional love gives others the right to hurt us.

In My greatest hour of need, My closest friends deserted Me. Judas betrayed Me, Peter denied Me, and the rest fled for their lives. Only John followed from afar. I had cared for them for over three years, feeding them and teaching them. Yet as I died for the sins of the world, I forgave. I released all of them—from My friends who had deserted Me to the Roman guard who had crucified Me. They didn't ask for forgiveness, yet I freely gave it.

Those men and women were not press-ganged into service. It was not just a choice for them. It was and remains a calling. And sir, no nation on earth can hope to survive long without people who will answer that call. No nation can hope to survive if it does not respect what they have offered and do the hard things that history sometimes asks of us. Sometimes, Mister President, there is no answer but blood.

Human beings are the unequivocal world champions of niceness. We act kindly not only toward people who belong to our own social groups or can reciprocate our generosity but also toward strangers thousands of miles away who will never know we helped them. All around the world, people sacrifice their resources, well-being, and even their lives in the service of others.

I am an ordinary sort of fellow, not braver than other people, but I hate to see a good man downed, and that long knife would not be the end of Scudder if I could play the game in his place.

The more he cast away the more he had.

a man there was, though some did count him mad, the more he cast away the more he had.

I will stay in prison till the moss grows on my eye lids rather than disobey God.

Pray often, for prayer is a shield to the soul, a sacrifice to God, and a scourge for Satan.

Just as Christian came up to the Cross, his burden loosed from off his shoulders, fell from off his back, and began to tumble down the hill, and so it continued to do till it came to the mouth of the sepulchre. There it fell in, and I saw it no more!

For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice — no paper currency, no promises to pay, but the gold of real service.

For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice -- no paper currency, no promises to pay, but the gold of real service.

For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice.