Quotes About Sacrifice

She did not understand that there was no such thing as happiness, that the only victory lay in the far future, long after you were dead, that from the moment of declaring war on the Party it was better to think of yourself as a corpse.

Debant la douleur, il n'y a pas de héros, aucun héros.

I am twelve years old and have had over four hundred children. Such is the natural life of a pig. But no animal escapes the cruel knife i

Kirlilik, oteller ile lokantalar?n özünde vard?r çünkü yiyeceÄŸin temizliÄŸi, dakiklik ve ??kl?k uÄŸruna gözden ç?kar?l?r.

La guerra es la guerra. El único ser humano bueno es el que ha muerto.

The Burmese say that when you kill one of these birds they vomit, meaning to say, Look, here is all I possess, and I've taken nothing of yours. Why do you kill me?

Orang mengorbankan diri mereka demi komunitas fragmentaris – bangsa, ras, keyakinan, kelas – dan baru menyadari bahwa mereka bukan individu ketika mereka disongsong peluru.

But he was sometimes willing to sacrifice financial profit to scholastic prestige. Occasionally, by special arrangement, he would take at greatly reduced fees some boy who seemed likely to win scholarships and thus bring credit on the school. It was on these terms that I was at Crossgates myself: otherwise my parents could not have afforded to send me to so expensive a school.

Las gallinas -dijo Napoleón- debían recibir con agrado este sacrificio como aportación especial a la construcción del molino.»

Under the spreading chestnut tree I sold you and you sold me -

El recuerdo de su madre le torturaba porque había muerto amándole cuando él era demasiado joven y egoísta para devolverle ese cariño y porque de alguna manera — no recordaba cómo— se había sacrificado a un concepto de la lealtad que era privatísimo e inalterable.

And I refused to make any sacrifices; for nothing on earth seemed more valuable than my peace of mind, my pleasure and my acclaim.

We must see God not as a Him (some linear rewarding fellow) but an IT, a great beast beyond our understanding, who wants something from us, and we must give it, and all we may control is the spirit in which we give it and the ultimate end which the giving serves.

Plus he'd been raised on a farm, or near a farm anyways, and anybody raised on a farm knew you had to do what you had to do in terms of sick animals or extra animals—the pup being not sick, just extra.

If such things as goodness and brotherhood and redemption exist, and may be attained, these must sometimes require blood, vengeance, the squirming terror of the former perpetrator, the vanquishing of the heartless oppressor.

If this isn't the essential American story, I don't know what is: Guy hews a life out of nothing, by working every waking moment, with no education, no government help, no external advantages whatsoever, and no ulterior motive. What did he want? A place where his kids could grow up, with less fear and more material comforts.

He runs because he has to. Because in being a runner, in moving through pain and fatigue and suffering, in imposing stress upon stress, in eliminating all but the necessities of life, he is fulfilling himself and becoming the person he is.

We who have Christ's eternal life need to throw away our own life.

We seem to have a strange idea of Christian service. We will buy books, travel miles to hear a speaker on blessings, pay large sums to hear a group singing the latest Christian songs--but we forget that we are soldiers.

I sent letters to the families of every service member who laid down his or her life in the war on terror. By the end of my presidency, I had written to almost five thousand families.

One of their first decisions was to donate Robin's body to Memorial Sloan Kettering. The doctors told them that they could learn from studying her disease, and my parents hoped that Robin's death might lead to some benefit for other suffering children. Childhood cancer research became a lifelong cause for them.

no punishment, in my opinion, is to great, for the man who can build his greatness upon his country's ruin

Gentlemen, you will permit me to put on my spectacles, for, I have grown not only gray, but almost blind in the service of my country. - March 15, 1783

Individuals entering into society, must give up a share of liberty to preserve the rest.