Quotes About Sacrifice

No nos hacemos geishas para tener una vida feliz; nos hacemos geishas porque no tenemos otra opción».

Some days the Arashinos' little grandson, Juntaro, cried from hunger—which is when Mr. Arashino usually decided to sell a kimono from his collection. This was what we Japanese called the "onion life"—peeling away a layer at a time and crying all the while.

CAPÍTULO OCHO

M? întrebam dac? b?rbaÈ›ii pot fi atât de orbiÈ›i de frumuseÈ›e încât s? fie dispuÈ™i s?-È™i petreac? viaÈ›a al?turi de un demon, cu condiÈ›ia s? fie un demon frumos.

Everything comes down to this: the reason for every word I have written and every word I will write. I am recounting my life for you so that you may know this secret without the pain of discovering it: We are unhappy because we think that love is something we require from someone else. Our salvation depends on a simple gesture that is nonetheless the most difficult act we can perform: We must give away the thing we most long for. Not to receive but to give.

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.

He is damned always to do that which is most repugnant to him: to become a slaughterer, in order to abolish slaughtering, to sacrifice lambs so that no more lambs may be slaughtered, to whip people with knouts so that they may learn not to let themselves be whipped, to strip himself of every scruple in the name of a higher scrupulousness, and to challenge the hatred of mankind because of his love for it—an abstract and geometric love.

Every decision is like a murder, and our march forward is over the stillborn bodies of all our possible selves that will never be.

When the existence of the Church is threatened, she is released from the commandments of morality. With unity as the end, the use of every means is sanctified, even deceit, treachery, violence, usury, prison, and death. Because order serves the good of the community, the individual must be sacrificed for the common good. Ludwig von Pastor, History of the Popes, from the Close of the Middle Ages, after Dietrich von Nieheim in De modis uniendiae reformandi ecclesiam, 1410

Will you let me go for Christ's sake? Will you take that phony dream and burn it before something happens?

It's a measly manner of existence. To get on that subway on the hot mornings in summer. To devote your whole life to keeping stock, or making phone calls, or selling or buying. To suffer fifty weeks of the year for a two week vacation, when all you really desire is to be outdoors, with your shirt off. And still-that's how you build a future.

Great stones they lay upon his chest until he plead aye or nay. They say he give them but two words. More weight, he says. And died.

Looking at the letter in his hand) Then what is this if it isn't telling me? Sure, [Larry] was my son. But I think to him [the pilots killed] were all my sons. And I guess they were, I guess they were

We have not many wills, but only one --it cannot be continuously compromised without atrophy setting in altogether.

Chris: For me! Where do you live, where have you come from? For me!-- I was dying every day and you were killing my boys and you did it for me? What the hell do you think I was thinking of, the Goddamn business? Is that as far as your mind can see, the business? What is that , the world-- the business? What the hell do you mean, you did it for me? Don't you have a country? Don't you live in the world? What the hell are you? You're not even an animal, no animal kills his own, what are you?

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. My whole bloody life, time after time after time.

cleave not to faith when faith brings blood. - Rev. John Hale

More Weight. Giles Corey

Ah, it's a dog's life. I only wish during the war they'd a took me in the army. I coulda been dead by now.

Who worked for nothin' in that war? When they work for nothin', I'll work for nothin'. Did they ship a gun or a truck outa Detroit before they got their price? Is that clean? It's dollars and cents, nickels and dimes; war and peace, it's nickels and dimes, what's clean? Half the Goddam country is gotta go if I go! That's why you can't tell me.

That's only a little thing . . . but . . . that's the kind of guys I had. They didn't die; they killed themselves for each other. I mean that exactly; a little more selfish and they'd've been here today. And I got an idea—watching them go down. Everything was being destroyed, see, but it seemed to me that one new thing was made. A kind of . . . responsibility. Man for man.

Maria, groaning for scraps, would drape his head on my feet as I ate, trying to camouflage himself as my napkin or the rug.

Marrying means to halve one's rights and double one's duties

Truth is no harlot who throws her arms round the neck of him who does not desire her; on the contrary, she is so coy a beauty that even the man who sacrifices everything to her can still not be certain of her favors.