Quotes About Sacrifice

Confucius say if man want to grow one row of corn, first must shovel one ton of shit.

Doc," Jack Torrance said. "Run away. Quick. And remember how much I love you." "No," Danny said. "Oh Danny, for God's sake—" "No," Danny said. He took one of his father's bloody hands and kissed it. "It's almost over.

It's better to be good than evil, but one achieves goodness at a tremendous cost.

I hold to no God, Roland said. I hold to the Tower, and won't pray to that.

But it's hard for a man to give up all his pleasures, even when they don't pleasure him no more.

The Tower. He would come to the Dark Tower and there he would sing their names; there he would sing their names; there he would sing all their names. The sun stained the east a dusky rose, and at last Roland, no longer the last gunslinger but one of the last three, slept and dreamed his angry dreams through which there ran only that one soothing blue thread: There I will sing all their names!

This is what romance gets you--a noose around your neck and a crazy woman with two guns somewhere behind you.

If you kill what you love, you're damned.

Christ. No, not Christ. These leavings were made in propitiation of a much older God than the Christian one. People have called Him different things at different times, but Rachel's sister gave Him a perfectly good name, I think: Oz the Gweat and Tewwible, God of dead things left in the ground, God of rotting flowers in drainage ditches, God of the Mystery.

At first everything went according to plan and they called it ka. When things began going wrong and the dying started, they called that ka, too. Ka, the gunslinger could have told them, was often the last thing you had to rise above.

I love you with all that passes for my heart. I suspect that kind of all-out love becomes a burden to a woman in time, but it's the only kind I have to give.

God loves to make a man break a vow.

Paul Edgecomb: What do you want me to do John? I'll do it. You want me to let you walk out of here and see how far you get? John Coffey: Now why would you want to do a foolish thing like that? Paul Edgecomb: When I die and I stand before God awaiting judgment and he asks me why I let one of HIS miracles die, what am I gonna say, that it was my job?

For Gilead and the Calla! he roared. Now, gunslingers! Now, you Sisters of Oriza! Now, now! Kill them! No Quarter! Kill them all!

After that we're going to be heroes. Not because we want to, but because there are no other options.

I want to go to war, Eddie Dean said calmly. You don't know what you're talking about, Roland said, but you're going to find out. Eddie nodded. They went to their war.

In the end, all things, even the Beams, serve the Dark Tower. Did you think you would be any different?

Sane people don't sacrifice children on the altar of probability. That's not science, it's superstition.

You don't own a thing unless you can give it up, what does it profit a man, it profits him nothing, it profits him zilch, and you don't learn that in school, you learn it on the road, you learn it from Ferd Janklow, and Wolf, and Richard going head-first into the rocks like a Titan II that didn't fire off right.

The work, the pride in your work, the worth of the work itself...all those things faded away to the magic-lantern shades they really were when the pain got bad enough.

God always asks for a sacrifice. His hands are bloody with it. Why? I can't say. I'm not a very smart man. P'raps we brought it on ourselves.

Three heavy blows boxed him low in the back. He saw a splash of red hit the door and had time to think, 'We should have remembered the body armor.' Then he crumpled, still holding onto the knob with one hand as the world rushed away from him. Everything he was and everything he'd ever known diminished to a single burning-bright point of light. Then it went out. His hand slipped off the knob. He died on his knees, leaning against the door.

It wasn't just love that held people together. There was secrets, and the price you paid to keep them.

To save your world, you asked this man to die:Would this man, could he see you now, asked why?