Quotes About Sacrifice

We belong to a different union, where love, not hours, is the standard. When we think of all the Lord has done for us, we can never do enough. The word 'enough' does not exist in love's vocabulary.

God does not always spare the good from grief. The Father spared not the Son, and the Son spared not the mother.

But the Woman gave Our Lord His human nature. He asked her to give Him a human life—to give Him hands with which to bless children, feet with which to go in search of stray sheep, eyes with which to weep over dead friends, and a body with which to suffer—that He might give us a rebirth in freedom and love.

M]an is the head of a woman in exactly the same way that Christ is the head of the Church.' Ephesians Chapter 5, Verse 23. The husband is to sacrifice himself for the wife. He was the head by dying, sacrificing Himself and pouring put His blood. The headship is based on self-forgetfulness for the sake of the beloved.

The shepherd who would give more abundant life to the lost sheep is bound to have wolves howling about him and thus to be led ultimately to his death. It was only the sight of the Shepherd crucified that made the sheep realize how much the Shepherd cared.

Everyone else who was ever born into the world, came into it to live; our Lord came into it to die.

But He pointed to His torn and battered Self on a hill, and then added that only through the Cross in their lives will there ever be beauty of soul in the newness of life.

the very permanence of marriage is destructive of those fleeting infatuations, which are born with the moment and die with it; it destroys selfishness, furthermore, because the mutual love of husband and wife takes them out of themselves into the incarnation of their mutual love, their other selves, their children; and finally it narrows selfishness because the rearing of children demands sacrifice, without which, like unwatered flowers, they wilt and die.

The fewer sacrifices a man is required to make, the more loath he will be to make those few. His

The skin of Christ is the parchment, His blood the ink, the nails the pen. There we see written the story of our life.

They never loved in the first place, for love never takes back that which it gives, even in unfaithfulness.

Joy never comes to those who seek it. In the self-forgetting hour when we are touched by another's need and sacrifice for it, we suddenly find our soul aflame with glorious joy

From that moment on, Stella's life was no longer her own. Taking care of seven kids was a twenty-four-hour-a-day job with no weekends off or vacation time.

Every form of refuge has its price.

To know one's limit is to know how to sacrifice oneself.

You have someone in your life whom you honor and revere so much that every hurt on them is inflicted on you as well. And the closer they are to you, the greater the pain.

Gaston was not only a fierce lover, with endless wisdom and imagination, but he was also, perhaps, the first man in the history of the species who had made an emergency landing and had come close to killing himself and his sweetheart simply to make love in a field of violets.

I've remained a virgin for you.

Mais notre patriotisme, ça consiste en plus gros profits pour ceux qui restent en arrière que pour ceux qui vont se faire casser la gueule au front.

Oui, l'argent, tonna le patron. Y en avait pas pour les vieux, ni pour les écoles, ni pour les orphelins, ni pour donner de l'ouvrage au monde. Mais à c'te heure marque ben qu'il y en a pour la guerre. A se trouve à c'te heure, l'argent. -A se trouve toujours en effette pour la guerre, répliqua Azarius.

Whatever it takes to help the team to get wins, I'm going to do it.

From the bitter cold winter at Valley Forge, to the mountains of Afghanistan and the deserts of Iraq, our soldiers have courageously answered when called, gone where ordered, and defended our nation with honor.

It's hard to understand the athlete's lifestyle. You literally eat, sleep, train. You go to training camps in the winter where there is no Internet, you can't make phone calls.

I remember my dad took my ice skates. One day I asked my mum: 'Where are my ice skates?' because I loved to skate in the winter. And she said through tears: 'Dad is selling them now... we don't have money for this week.'