Quotes About Sacrifice

We aren't no thin red 'eroes.

War is an ill thing, as I surely know. But 'twould be an ill world for weaponless dreamers if evil men were not now and then slain.

It would have been far easier to write about an active Order; people can see, understand and admire the good they do. 'Sister,' said a young American soldier when, in India, he watched a nun bandaging the rotting and malodorous finger stumps of an old leper, 'Sister, I wouldn't do your work for ten thousand dollars a day.' 'Neither would I,' said the nun.

Gamble everything for love, if you're a true human being. If not, leave this gathering.

Before death takes away what you are given, give away what there is to give.

She cannot be saved? I cannot save her? Tenseiga... I let her die. For something like this. Nothing I could've gained was worth losing her. Nothing at all!"- Sesshomaru

If I should die, think only this of me:That there's some corner of a foreign fieldThat is forever England.

The whole point of being in the Army is wanting to get killed, wanting to test yourself to the limits. Now you have to fly 15 000ft above the war zone to avoid getting hit. I don't think there is any point in having wars if that's how you're going to behave. It's pathetic. All this whining!

The Flag still floats unblotted with defeat! But ah the blood that keeps its ripples red, The starry lives that keep its field alight.

And I know that I would take one night with him, one hour, against everything that the world, or Hitler, can throw at me.

Money often costs too much.' —Ralph Waldo Emerson

I'm genuinely and actually a bit like Jesus.

When I think of the sacrifice yet to be offered and the hearts and homes yet to be made desolate before this dreadful war is over, my heart is like lead within me, and I feel at times like hiding in a deep darkness.

Sixth, the libertarian fancies that this world is a stage for the ego, with its appetites and self-assertive passions. But the conservative finds himself in a realm of mystery and wonder, where duty, discipline, and sacrifice are required— and where the reward is that love which passeth all understanding.

All policy is very suspicious, says an eminent statesman, that sacrifices the interest of any part of a community to the ideal good of the whole; and those governments only are tolerable, where, by the necessary contraction of the political machine, the interests of all the parts are obliged to be protected by it....

Ask not what your age wants," Brownson said, "but what it needs; not what it will reward, but what, without which, it cannot be saved; and that go and do; and find your reward in the consciousness of having done your duty, and above all in the reflection that you have been accounted to suffer somewhat for mankind.

Part of being a man is doing what is right, no matter what people think of you. That is the sacrifice you must make.

Field by field, farm by farm, person by person, we were wresting the country back from the Guerrilla's clutches. Every kidnap we prevented meant one fewer family devastated and one fewer Guerrilla bargaining chip against the government. Every bag of rice confiscated from Buitre's logistics network made the Guerrilla hungrier and more demoralised.

I find the easiest way to get what I want is to make him happy. Marriage is hard work and the woman does a lot of sacrificing, but if she does what he wants, he is happy. And when he's happy, things are better for everyone. How do you think I got the necklace? He gives me nice things when I do what he wants." To Sue, this sounded like a dog being rewarded for performing a trick.

I gambled on having the strength to live two lives, one for myself and one for the world.

Remembering his own feelings when he had lost his eye on a mission for the British, Dayan stopped at their bedside to cheer them up. "Boys," he said, "for all that's worth seeing in this wretched world, one eye is enough.

Twenty months. Six thousand dead. One out of every ten Jews dead on the battlefield. The nation born—like all births—in blood.

As Robert Mulholland says: "Our cross is the point of our unlikeness to the image of Christ, where we must die to self in order to be raised to God into the wholeness of life in the image of Christ. . . . So the process of being conformed to the image of Christ takes place right there at that point of our unlikeness to Christ.

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