Quotes About Sacrifice

Las mujeres son soldados mucho más valientes y heroicos, que combaten y padecen dolores para preservar la humanidad, mucho más que tantos libertadores con todas sus bonitas historias.

Esto es algo que nunca debemos olvidar: mientras otros muestran su heroísmo en la guerra o frente a los alemanes, nuestros protectores lo hacen con su buen ánimo y el cariño que nos demuestran.

If we can save even one of our friends, the rest doesn't matter.

but you have to make sacrifices for a good cause, and I'm glad I can make this small one.

No amor e na guerra vale tudo.

There's] something we should never forget; while others display their heroism in battle or against the Germans, our helpers prove theirs every day by their good spirits and affection.

one thing about having a baby is that each step of the way you simply cannot imagine loving him any more than you already do, because you are bursting with love, loving as much as you are humanly capable of- and then you do, you love him even more.

You want to protect your child from pain, and what you get instead is life, and grace; and though theologians insist that grace is freely given, the truth is that sometimes you pay for it through the nose. And you can't pay your child's way.

To heal, it seems we have to stand in the middle of the horror, at the foot of the cross, and wait out another's suffering where that person can see us. To be honest, that sucks. It's the worst, even if you are the mother of God.

Your child and your work hold you hostage, suck you dry, ruin your sleep, mess with your head, treat you like dirt, and then you discover they've given you that gold nugget you were looking for all along.

This is parenting on steroids.

You can raise and care for your nearest and dearest the best you can, put them in the best schools, rehab, condo, or memory care, and never, ever give up on their having the best possible life available. But if you do so thinking you can rescue them with your good ideas and your checkbook, or get them to choose a healthy, realistic way of life, that mistake will make both of you much worse than you already are.

Your three-year-old and your work in progress teach you to give. They teach you to get out of yourself and become a person for someone else. This is probably the secret to happiness. So that's one reason to write. Your child and your work hold you hostage, suck you dry, ruin your sleep, mess with your head, treat you like dirt, and then you discover they've given you that gold nugget you were looking for all along.

Honey,...you'll never draw another calm breath as long as you live. That blissful amniotic unconcerned state of people without children is a thing of the past.

Lessa lay in the straw of the redolent cheeseroom she shared as sleeping quarters with the other kitchen drudges.

I can't save a boy from a burning building. Instead he must save me from the attempt; he must jump to earth.

By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class.

One must lose one's life to find it. Woman can best refind herself by losing herself in some kind of creative activity of her own.

Eternally, woman spills herself away in driblets to the thirsty, seldom being allowed the time, the quiet, the peace, to let the pitcher fill up to the brim.

what woman resents is not so much giving herself in pieces as giving herself purposelessly.

And sometimes - to get what you want - you must be prepared to accept the apparently unacceptable.

You can like people and still betray them, if it was for a cause you believed in passionately enough. You have to betray other people rather than betray yourself--if that's what it comes to.

She taught me,' said Ta-thea, 'that if you do not have couragem all other virtues may be lost, because you cannot keep even love if you are not prepared to fight for it, to endure the hurt it brings, and hold on, no matter the cost.

What a waste of the essence of a man that he should never give enough of himself to any cause, that he should always hear that passive, cowardly voice uppermost which counts the cost and puts caution first. One would grow old and die with the power of one's soul untasted.