Quotes About Sacrifice

Miss Barrett, for her part, shrank from burdening the life of the man she loved with a responsibility so trying and perhaps so painful, and refused his unchanging devotion for his sake, not for her own.

If you have to die [...] better to go down fighting. Better to die in company. Better not be the last, and alone, weighed down with all that knowing.

You'd never break this one. You'd never even bend her. She'd die like Joan of Arc first, and spit blood on you through a smile.

The U.S.A. was outraged, and loudly said so to everyone, whether they would listen or not. But there wasn't much America could do about it, having sacrificed our space program on the altars of economic necessity and eternal war.

You burned her because your gifts come wreathed in flames, and your heart is an ember, and your breath is a star, and because you loved her and you wanted to give her everything you are

The force of will to defy Richard Baines and wrest his own greatest sorcery away from him? I can't even best the man in a verbal jousting match? What think I that I can take control of a sorcery in which I am only the catalyst, the sacrifice?

Baines will perform his Black Mass in front of my witness, and I shall own him.

As you wish, my lady. Keep your crown, and your cruelty. Love me not. I will go.

Se companions hadn't found the captives, or any sign, on the fleeing barge that the Company humen used a village-heart. They had taken Caeti, and se would not leave Caeti in their dry, rough hands. So se had attached self to the humen leader's heliocopter as it fled the overrun barge. And se clung there, water slashing in se brood pouch, se hand and toefingers wrapped in a deathgrip on wet metal until bone ran with traced flame and digits cramped in claws.

Poets are too precious to sacrifice carelessly," he said, his long mouth downturned at the corners. "It had to be something other than Master Shakespeare himself.

The flesh of her palms broke open on the steel. But that steel yielded and, by inches, the door-thicker than her waist-cracked open. She dropped one arm around Rien and pulled her through and in.

All for Queen and country, and not even honor for themselves.

His heart filled up with something vast and terrible at the realization, a shadowy whirl of wings and storm and light, and he knew why men died for Elizabeth. He would have died for Elizabeth himself. And he understood as well that there were things bigger than Elizabeth, bigger than England, for all they were things for which he did not have a name. Faith. God. Liberty. None of it was enough. Worse things had been done in those names than Elizabeth's.

They stripped him only to the waist, and left his feet free when they bound him standing between two pillars, and not helplessly prone on some clammy altar.

For Leah. Yes. Because for her, I would crawl through fire.

What are kings good for, from the perspective of the common people, except dragging your folk off to fight in other kings' wars?

The boy is a whore. For slightly less than the price of a good meal-food which the wolf has no use for-that wolf could hire his mouth, his hands…other things.

Cathoair reached out with both hands, his last measure of strength, and yanked Mingan's body against his own, pressed his mouth down, broke both their lips between their teeth so the bright taste of blood flavored the kiss.

Dying seemed a small price to pay for such a kiss and now he knew why Selene had fallen away from Muire so disconsolate.

I must not clutch my throat, I will not. And I will not give her Strifbjorn, even for that. Even for freedom. Not Strifbjorn. But perchance, anything else.

She could no longer thrust her hand into living flame and cup it like water, from palm to palm.

He turned his head aside, offered Sebastien his throat, his fingers curled and urging.

Surely her sacrifice, my sacrifice, could not be in vain.

Everybody seemed to think I would sell out anything, in order to gain a little physical comfort.