Quotes About Sacrifice

To love all or to live for others is never onerous i.e. it doesn't require a great deal of effort. Yes! what it takes is just to swallow up your own pride/interest/comfort/right and as well to realize that life is not meant to be all about you. In other words, you should be considerate of someone else's/other people's needs/interest/well-being/welfare.

To love all or to live for others is never onerous i.e. it doesn't require a great deal of effort. Yes! what it takes is just to swallow up your own pride/interest/comfort/right and as well to realize that life is not meant to be all about you. In other words, you should take into consideration someone else's or other people's needs/interest/well-being/welfare.

True Love gives up Its rights just to be right. -Emeasoba George

True love is not just a mere feeling. It is more than that. I mean, true love is a decision to treat others the way God would treat them. That is to say, satisfying other people's needs or emotions at your own expense. Yes of course, any love that does not portray some sort of sacrifice is obviously an untrue love. For, true love is meant to be sacrificial and never the opposite (mark you). -Emeasoba George

True Love is sacrificial and not sentimental. -Emeasoba George

True Love Pays, Never Mind What It Takes. -Emeasoba George

What it takes to sustain every relationship is just compromise. Yes! besides, whoever that longs to be a true love or leader must be a compromiser of his or her right, interest or comfort. -Emeasoba George

The true hero fights and dies in the name of his destiny, and not in the name of a belief.

To live in any true sense of the word is to reject others; to accept them, one must be able to renounce, to do oneself violence, to act against one's own nature, to weaken oneself; we conceive freedom only for ourselves - we extend it to our neighbours only at the cost of exhausting efforts; whence the precariousness of liberalism, a defiance of our instincts, a brief and miraculous success, a state of exception, at the antipodes of our deepest imperatives.

Every work turns against its author: the poem will crush the poet, the system the philosopher, the event the man of action. Destruction awaits anyone who, answering to his vocation and fulfilling it, exerts himself within history; only the man who sacrifices every gift and talent escapes: released from his humanity, he may lodge himself in Being. (...) One always perishes by the self one assumes: to bear a name is to claim an exact mode of collapse.

The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death.

To win the guilty kiss of a saint, I'd welcome the plague as a blessing.

Cine sa te vindece de tine? O tînara fata? Dar cine-i darnic pîna la jertfa, ca sa-ti preia melancolia? Ce suflet pur, dornic de vis si nefericire, sa se-ncumete la o povara ce n-o presimte?

De dou? mii de ani Iisus se r?zbun? pe noi pentru c? nu a murit pe o canapea.

In flawed families, a scion appears who dedicates himself to the truth and who ruins himself in its pursuit.

I dream of a world where one could die for a comma.

To grant life more importance than it has is the mistake committed in sagging systems; as a consequence, no one is ready to sacrifice himself to defend them, and they collapse under the first blows perpetrated upon them. This is even more true of nations in general. Once they begin to hold life sacred, it abandons them, it ceases to be on their side.

O la existencia o yo!». Uno de los dos debe ceder.

L'uomo attenderà sempre l'avvento della giustizia; e, affinché trionfi, rinuncerà alla libertà, per poi rimpiangerla.

If you love your independence, you must lend yourself, in order to protect it, to every turpitude; you must risk ignominy itself.

Expression diminishes you, impoverishes you, lifts weights off you: expression is loss of substance, and liberation.

My mission is to suffer for all those who suffer without knowing it. I must pay for them, expiate their unconscious, their luck to be ignorant of how unhappy they are.

In each letter I send to a Japanese friend, I have got into the habit of recommending one or another work by Brahms, She has just written that she is leaving a Tokyo clinic where she was taken by ambulance for having excessively sacrificed to my idol, I wonder which trio, which sonata was responsible. It doesn't matter. Whatever induces collapse is thereby deserving of being listened to.

For all its lucidity, this people readily sacrifices to illusion: it hopes, it always hopes too much