Quotes About Sacrifice

If I have to do battle with you a thousand times to prove my point, I'll do it.' The queen unwisely asked, 'But to prove what point, my dear Hamlet?' 'That I loved Ophelia! Fifty thousand brothers, with all the love they can summon, would not equal my love for here. Ophelia, Ophelia.

Ook in een tijd van vrede betaal je een prijs om trouw te blijven aan jezelf, om oprecht te leven. Dit heb ik geleerd: hoeveel het ook kost, het is de prijs waard. Je kunt geen oppervlakkig of zinloos leven leiden. Betaal de prijs en wees er trots op dat je dat hebt gedaan, dat is mijn idee.

The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.

Antes que cualquier otra relación, Cristo debe ser nuestra prioridad máxima. Cristo busca un compromiso basado en la convicción, no en la preferencia; es decir, debemos consagrarnos a Cristo por lo que él es y por lo que ha hecho por nosotros, no por alguna ventaja inmediata que puedan aportar nuestra fe y nuestro compromiso con él.

Returning the tithe is a statement of faith in God.

And it's hard for me to take a stand When I would take her anyway I can.

I'd much rather lose a campaign than lose a war.

Yet those who claim their liberty but not their duty to the civilization that ensures it, live a half-life, having indulged their self-interest at the cost of their self-respect…. Sacrifice for a cause greater than your self-interest, and you invest your lives with the eminence of that cause, your self-respect assured.

While serving as a pallbearer for one of his Naval Academy classmates on a cold, rainy day at Arlington National Cemetery, my grandfather listened to a young officer suggest that he button up his raincoat to protect himself from the elements. The old man, raincoat flapping in the wind, looked at his solicitous subordinate and said, "You don't think I got where I am by taking care of my health, do you?

In prison, I fell in love with my country. I had loved her before then, but like most young people, my affection was little more than a simple appreciation for the comforts and privileges most Americans enjoyed and took for granted. It wasn't until I had lost America for a time that I realized how much I loved her.

Glory belongs to the act of being constant to something greater than yourself, to a cause, to your principles, to the people on whom you rely and who rely on you

Country First

In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row.

In Flanders fields the poppies grow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky, The larks, still bravely singing, fly, Scarce heard amid the guns below.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn saw sunset glow Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields Take up our quarrel with the foe; To you, from falling hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below We are the Dead Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow/Loved, and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders Fields Take up our quarrel with the foe To you from failing hands we throw The torch be yours to hold it high If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep/though poppies grow In Flanders Fields

Win the ship a name of glory, win the men a death of grace

I understood that the rest of my life would consist of causing Ivan to lug that suitcase in and out of his mother's old car, for all our days.

Being a mother was the best of all human experiences, and also the most excruciating.

All a mother wants, Margot, is for her children to be happy. And that may take different forms at different times.

This is foxhole religion at its most basic. The only person who wants the soldier to live more than the soldier himself is the soldier's mother.

However, deep down, Brenda suspected that it was the stolen nature of those two hours that transformed them. She was supposed to be somewhere else... She had set aside those two hours - three, if you counted the driving - to be of service to her sister. The fact that Vicki had unexpectedly granted her leave gave those two hours a rarefied quality. What Brenda had thought was, I'd better not waste them. And, like magic, the words had come. The pages had filled.

The greatest risk there is. The risk of parenthood. You're a mother.