Quotes About Sacrifice

I lifted my sword to Heaven then, to the diminished sun with the worm in his heart; and I called, His life for mine, New Sun, by your anger and my hope!

Every man fights backward—to kill others. Yet his victory comes not in the killing of others but in the killing of certain parts of himself. To show that I understood him, I said, You must have killed all the worst parts of your own being.

Every man fights backward to kill others. Yet his victory comes not in the killing others, but in the killing of certain parts of himself.

The recruits of 1914 have the look of ghosts. They are queuing up to be slaughtered: they are already dead.

A lot of people measure a man by what he's got. I've decided to measure myself by what I can give up.

I'll die for stifled love, by all that's true.

I gave my whole heart up, for him to hold.

So, what's the catch? What would we have to do to get these knives and shoes?' You explain, 'All you have to do is sit in classrooms every day for sixteen years to learn counterintuitive skills, and then work and commute fifty hours a week for forty years in tedious jobs for amoral corporations, far away from relatives and friends, without any decent child care, sense of community, political empowerment, or contact with nature.

Take heed, you bear in mind the piety you owe unto your country and unto your fellow countrymen, whose slaughter by the treachery of the Payneham shall be unto your disgrace everlasting. Unless you press hardily forward to defend them. Fight therefore for your country, and if it be that death overtake you, suffer it willingly for your country's sake. For death itself is victory, and a healing unto the soul.

Perhaps one has to have placed life in the center of one's worldview and valued it as much as I have in order to know that one may not keep it, but must yield it up.

But even regarding History as the slaughter-bench at which the happiness of peoples, the wisdom of States, and the virtue of individuals have been victimised — the question involuntarily arises — to what principle, to what final aim these enormous sacrifices have been offered.

Today I'm well fed, well dressed, and well liked by the right people, and all it's cost me is what you'd expect: my self-respect and the approval of most of my friends.

I want to have my throat slashed while violating the girl to whom I will have been able to say: you are the night.

In the sacrifice the sacrifice identifies with the animal receiving the blow. Thus he dies while seeing himself die, and even by his own will, at one with the sacrificial arm. But it's a comedy.

In the sacrifice the sacrificer identifies with the animal receiving the blow. Thus he dies while seeing himself die, and even by his own will, at one with the sacrificial arm. But it's a comedy

A photographer is like a cod, which produces a million eggs in order that one may reach maturity.

That is the injustice of a woman's lot. A woman has to bring up her children; and that means to restrain them, to deny them things they want, to set them tasks, to punish them when they do wrong, to do all the unpleasant things. And then the father, who has nothing to do but pet them and spoil them, comes in when all her work is done and steals their affection from her.

You are going to let the fear of poverty govern your life and your reward will be that you will eat, but you will not live.

If you begin by sacrificing yourself to those you love, you will end by hating those to whom you have sacrificed yourself.

Martyrdom, sir, is what these people like: it is the only way in which a man can become famous without ability.

Self-sacrifice enables us to sacrifice other people without blushing.

I have to live for others and not for myself: thats middle class morality.

I know how many lives any move of mine will cost; and if the move is worth the cost I make it and pay the cost. But Joan never counts the cost at all:

Yes, a lifetime of happiness. If it were only the first half hour's happiness, Tavy, I would buy it for you with my last penny. But a lifetime of happiness! No man alive could bear it: it would be hell on earth.