Quotes About Sacrifice

The game takes a toll on your body.

It took a toll when I couldn't see my mom as much.

And then Frankie understood that the boy was going on alone. Perhaps there had been only one sponsor in another country for the child. There were many perhaps. But it was clear now that the mother was sending her son onward. ... She drew him to her and kissed him on one cheek and then the other cheek, so slowly, looking at every bit of his face, and then she reached and folded him to her. The train stopped with a jerk and went quiet. ...

Like a drug, money can make its addicts betray almost anyone.

Because, if you could love someone, and keep loving them, without being loved back . . . then that love had to be real. It hurt too much to be anything else.

No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater...The love we have for each other is bigger than these small differences. And that's the key. It's like a big pie chart, and the love in a relationship has to be the biggest piece. Love can make up for a lot.

The loss of liberty which must attend being a wife was of all things the most horrible to my imagination.

You give and you give you give when you do not want to give you give you give you give when you do not want to give.

In broken English, Suhren told the American soldier: 'This is Frau Churchill. She is related to Winston Churchill, the Prime Minister of England.' Odette said she then stepped out of the car and added: 'And this is Fritz Suhren, commandant of Ravenbruck concentration camp. Please take him as your prisoner.

In a relationship, when does the art of compromise become compromising?

Don't even think about it. Who would have children. You have kids, they grow up, they hate you and you die.

Priest: If truth is your absolute, you will die. If life is your absolute- Hippolytus: I've chosen my path. I'm fucking doomed.

I bring you nothing: no riches, no magic. But I don't need that; I don't want that. All I have to offer is my love, but that love has no limits and imposes none on you.

The thing people really hate remembering, even as they celebrate a guy nailed to wood: all Gods demand a sacrifice. They're so fucking hungry.

Mehmooda's faith and fatalism makes me realize how much I still cling to the belief that I have power over my destiny. Perhaps it's time to let that go. Back at the boat on the lake of lotuses I shiver with thoughts of surrender, for it seems such surrender requires sacrifices I could never make. I'm not sure I want that depth of faith and I can't imagine being capable of it.

Every day contains small, yet significant, battles for the Lord. Fix your eyes on the finish line, persevere, give your all to the Master, and know that He who has called you will be faithful to do the work (1 Thess. 5:24). When we stand before the Lord one day, we will not regret any sacrifice we have made for Him. We will only wish we had given Him more!

In my experience nursing is waiting. The mother becomes the background against which the baby lives, becomes time. I used to exist against the continuity of time. Then I became the baby's continuity, a background of ongoing time for him to live against. I was the warmth and milk that was always there for him, the agent of comfort that was always there for him. My body, my life, became the landscape of my son's life. I am no longer merely a thing living in the world; I am a world.

But I'm doing her a favor, letting her escape her suffering into mine.

Being a mother is as beautiful and rewarding as it is painful and devastating. It is the highest of highs and the lowest of lows.

I also think it was important for me and Freddie to be able to have a lot of time to share our lives at the beginning of our marriage rather than my coming home at 9 or 10 at night from the set. Things have really worked out for the best for both of us.

It's like you got to have everybody's heart, and if they don't give it, you rip it out and watch it bleed.

In a choice between committing an act of grievous heresy-possibly even an act of evil-and losing my brother, I had chosen to commit heresy. And no matter how much it sickened me, I knew I would make the same choice again.

Once you sell your soul to the Bastion, you never get it back.

You must be the only person in the Mirador who hasn't realized Mildmay would walk on glass knives for you.