Quotes About Sacrifice

Fifty-five thousand casualties for five hundred yards' gain on the Champagne front in February 1915; 60,000 lost again that spring at the Battle of Saint-Mihiel; 120,000 in May at Arras. The next year brought the slaughter at Verdun stretching from February to June, with 315,000 total French casualties. Then came the French support for the British offensive along the Somme from July to November, in which another 200,000 were killed or wounded—all for little significant gain.

To Wilson, however, it would be worth the sacrifice. By entering the war, America was also transforming the conflict from a competition for empire and national interests into a crusade to make the world safe for democracy and to secure mankind's hopes for future peace.

America is privileged to spend her blood and her might for the principles that gave her birth and happiness and the peace she has treasured. God helping her, she can do no other."8

if refusing to consent to a treaty that was flawed, badly conceived, and in many ways unjust was a betrayal of American boys' sacrifice on the battlefield, then why had we sent them there in the first place?

Hobbes's citizens realize that they must give up their natural liberty in order to protect them from themselves. They are like the alcoholic who hands the key to his liquor cabinet to a friend and says, "No matter what I say, don't give me back the key." He knows that unless someone stops him, he is a danger to himself and others.

American workers in war-related industries in 1942–43 died or were injured in numbers twenty times greater than the American servicemen killed or wounded during those same years.

Her beauty was sold for an old man's gold,She's a bird in a gilded cage.

All sacrifice and suffering is redemptive. It is used to either teach the individual or to help others. Nothing is by chance.

Ik vertel je mijn leven alleen opdat jij dit geheim meteen bij aanvang al zult kennen: wij zijn ongelukkig omdat wij denken dat we lief moeten hebben. Om gered te worden moeten wij iets eenvoudigs doen dat ons desalniettemin het zwaarst van alles valt: wegschenken waarnaar wij juist het meest verlangen. Niet hebben, maar geven. Zo zegepralen wij alsnog. Dit heeft mij mijn gebrek geleerd.

Niemand offert zijn toekomst, als hij niet hoopt zijn eigen ziel ermee te redden.

I said, "Lord, right now, not on the basis of any qualification, I do enter into the holiest place of all by the blood of Jesus and the veil rent by His flesh. Amen.

There is a requirement to minister before God before one ministers to men, and if we lack the sense of the sacredness of God, which is to be found only in the holy place by those who have the posture of the priest, that is to say, prostrated as a dead man before Him, then there is going to be something brittle, something lacking, something untempered and something plastic in the correct thing that we bring.

ET DIABOLUS INCARNATE EST. ET HOMO FACTUS EST. ?

Et diabolus incarnate est. Et homo factus est./ Ve ÅŸeytan ete kemiÄŸe büründü. Ve insan oluÅŸtu.

ET DAIBOLUS INCARNATE EST. ET HOMO FACTUS EST.

Cheers for the sailors that fought on the wave for it, Cheers for the soldiers that always were brave for it, Tears for the men that went down to the grave for it, Here comes the flag!

I think the tragic feeling is invoked in us when we are in the presence of a character who is ready to lay down his life, if need be, to secure one thing -- his sense of personal dignity.

You are pulling down heaven and raising up a whore

Chris: I don't know why it is, but every time I reach out for something I want, I have to pull back because other people will suffer.

Baptism enslaved me.

Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? - Through whose blood am I to wade ?

The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.

To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?

Blood was flowing – in Bluebeard's house, in the abattoirs, in the circuses where God had set his seal to whiten the windows. Blood and Milk flowed together.