Quotes About Sacrifice

But let me be a lover in the Savage Garden with you, and the light that went out of life would come back in a great burst of glory. Out of mortal flesh I would pass into eternity. I would be one of you.

Only in complexity do we find answers. Through complexity men struggle towards fairness; it is slow and clumsy, but it's the only way. Simplicity demands too great a sacrifice. It always has.

I would have to ask her, just to make certain I'd done everything I could. But I'd warn her. I have no money, no prospects, an exceedingly ugly face, and my dearest friend is the King of Hell. You think that would stop her? I have no idea. Would it, Lydia? Nothing would stop her, if she loved you. And she does, Charles. She loves your pretty face and you scarred face. She loves your past and your present and she most especially loves your future. Just ask. Marry me, Lydia.

He released her hand back in her own lap. Sometimes you give up what you love to stay alive. Have you ever had to do that? He turned his head to look at her so long it should have been dangerous, but he seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to the road. It's coming, he said. And he turned away, driving into the slowly dawning day.

And what if you don't come? I will. No matter what happens. I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way,' she murmured.

The original Shiro-sama failed, of course, and was ordered by the emperor to commit ritual suicide in his temple in the mountains. He did, and his followers cremated his body and put his bones in a sacred urn to be guarded until the time he was reborn. And that's the Hayashi Urn? she said. A funeral jar? And I kept my cookies in it?

Takashi had no choice, and he'd always known it. This was one reason he'd tried so hard not to care about anyone, one reason why he'd known immediately just how dangerous Summer Hawthorne could be. Because now she was the one he couldn't sacrifice, couldn't walk away from, no matter how high the stakes. He could die for what he believed in. He just couldn't let her die as well.

Talvolta bisogna rinunciare a quel che si ama per sopravvivere.» Takashi le lasciò la mano. «Hai mai dovuto farlo?» Lui si voltò a guardarla per un tempo talmente lungo che sarebbe potuto essere pericoloso, ma sembrava avere una sorta di sesto senso quando si trattava del traffico. «Sto per farlo adesso» replicò.

would toss a mission in favor of a woman's life.

In my opinion," Red said, "going to Florida for the winter is kind of like Ã¢â'¬Â¦ not paying your dues. Not standing fast for the hard part.

It was Serena who'd said that motherhood was much too hard and, when you got right down to it, perhaps not worth the effort.

One sad thing about this world is that the acts that take the most out of you are usually the ones that people will never know about.

her sister's snuffly breaths across the room. Okay, then: think of Derek's proposal. He had no idea how much he'd asked of her, suggesting she give up her work with Dr. Brogan. The discovery of language had been her great epiphany in college.

The writer has to die to give birth to the intellectual in the service of the wretched of the earth.

Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you.

You can serve or you can sing, and wreck your heart in prayer, working the world's hard work.

When the candle is burning, who looks at the wick? When the candle is out, who needs it? But the world without light is wasteland and chaos, and a life without sacrifice is abomination.

So it is that a writer writes many books. In each book, he intended several urgent and vivid points, many of which he sacrificed as the book's form hardened.

I often think of the set pieces of liturgy as certain words which people have successfully addressed to God without their getting killed.

So live. I'll be the nun for you. I am now.

Dedicate (donate, give all) your life to something larger than yourself and pleasure - to the largest thing you can: to God, to relieving suffering, to contributing to knowledge, to adding to literature, or something else. Happiness lies this way, and it beats pleasure hollow.

I am a sacrifice bound with cords to the horns of the world's rock altar, waiting for worms. I take a deep breath, I open my eyes. Looking, I see there are worms in the horns of the altar like live maggots in amber, there are shells of worms in the rock and moths flapping at my eyes. A wind from no place rises. A sense of the real exults me; the cords loosen: I walk on my way.

Not just your face was changed by the knife. Your personality— the real you inside— was the price of beauty.

Maybe that is the price of loving someone: you lose your grasp of where they ended and you began.