Quotes About Sacrifice

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

More important, she had someone else now. However unfair it was that her memories of David had been erased, Tally had built a whole new set of memories, and she couldn't just trade them in for the old ones. Zane and she had helped each other become bubbly, had been imprisoned by the cuffs together, and escaped the city together. She couldn't abandon him now, just because he had been robbed of part of his mind

We live in a time of saints and martyrs. The twentieth century created more victims of war and terror, but it also gave birth to more saints and martyrs than any other century.

Blessed are the poor, for they know that their riches are in the One who being rich made himself poor in order to enrich us with his poverty, teaching us the Christian's true wisdom." —January 29, 1978

The motivation of love motivates us to give our lives for others. In sum, Rutilio Grande embodied all three of these, and "died loving others," pardoning his enemies. "Who knows if the murderers that have now fallen into excommunication are listening to a radio in their hideout, listening, in their conscience to this word. We want to tell you, murderous brothers, that we love you and that we ask of God repentance for your hearts, because the church is not able to hate.

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Oh, the sweetness of giving in, of full surrender.

There is an arch supported by four vast columns. Etched over hundreds and hundreds of yards of stone, furlongs of stone, there are names: Who are these, these? The men who died in this battle? No. The lost, the ones they did not find. The others are in the cemeteries. These are just the ... the unfound. When she could speak again. From the whole war? The man shook his head. Just these fields. Elizabeth sat on the steps. No one told me. My God no one told me

I've met men I would trust in the mouth of hell. Byrne or Douglas. I would trust them to breathe for me, to pump my blood with their hearts. Did you love them best? Would they be the ones you'd choose? To die with? No. The one time I've felt what you describe was with a woman. A lover, you mean? said Jack. Not your own flesh and blood? I think she was my own flesh and blood. I truly believe she was.

His own men, those who would attack in the morning, knelt on the earth, faces hidden behind one hand, in an agonizing tunnel of their own, a darkness where there was no time but where they tried to look on death.

They saw the Scots coming up out of their burrows like raving women in their skirts, dying in ripples across the yellowish-brown soil. They saw the steady tread of the Hampshire's as though they had willingly embarked on a slow-motion dance from which they were content not to return. They saw men from every corner walking, powerless, into an engulfing storm.

Gray looked at him. "If I die, Wraysford, and you are still alive, I want you to take charge of the company." "Me? Why not Harrington?" "Because you are a mad, cold-hearted devil and that is what we are going to need.

How do you become an adult in a society that doesn't ask for sacrifice? How do you become a man in a world that doesn't require courage? Those

You don't owe your country nothing," I remember him telling me. "You owe it something, and depending on what happens, you might owe it your life.

Brotherhood has nothing to do with feelings; it has to do with how you define your relationship to others. It has to do with the rather profound decision to put the welfare of the group above your personal welfare. In such a system, feelings are meaningless. In such a system, who you are entirely depends on your willingness to surrender who you are.

It makes absolutely no sense to make sacrifices for a group that, itself, isn't willing to make sacrifices for you.

I once asked Cortez whether he would risk his life for other men in the platoon. "I'd actually throw myself on the hand grenade for them," he said. I asked him why. "Because I actually love my brothers," he said. "I mean, it's a brotherhood. Being able to save their life so they can live, I think is rewarding. Any of them would do it for me.

But in any society, leaders who aren't willing to make sacrifices aren't leaders, they're opportunists, and opportunists rarely have the common good in mind. They're easy to spot, though: opportunists lie reflexively, blame others for failures, and are unapologetic cowards.

Civilians balk at recognizing that one of the most traumatic things about combat is having to give it up. War is so obviously evil and wrong that the idea there could be anything good to it almost feels like a profanity.

Today's veterans often come home to find that, although they're willing to die for their country, they're not sure how to live for it.

Self-serving leaders can literally get people killed. But in any society, leaders who aren't willing to make sacrifices aren't leaders, they're opportunists, and opportunists rarely have the common good in mind. They're easy to spot, though: opportunists live reflexively, blame others for failure, and are unapologetic cowards.

According to the Times notice, Mr. Bauman called his employees into a meeting and asked them to accept a 10 percent reduction in salary so that he wouldn't have to fire anyone. They all agreed. Then he quietly decided to give up his personal salary until his company was back on safe ground. The only reason his staff found out was because the company bookkeeper told them. Bauman

We sleep soundly in our beds because rough men stand ready in the night to visit violence on those who would do us harm. —Winston Churchill (or George Orwell)

You don't owe your country nothing," I remember him telling me. "You owe it something, and depending on what happens, you might owe it your life." The way my father put it completely turned the issue around for me: suddenly the draft card wasn't so much an obligation as a chance to be part of something bigger than myself.