Quotes About Sacrifice

And let her loves, when she is dead Write this above her bones, No more she lives to give us bread Who asked her only stones.

Jesus said: "And I, if I am lifted up from the earth, will draw all peoples to Myself" (John 12:32). It is by looking to Jesus on the cross that we are drawn by His love for us. By gazing in faith at our Redeemer's sacrifice, we are saved from the sting of the serpent.

You therefore must endure hardship as a good soldier of Jesus Christ. No one engaged in warfare entangles himself with the affairs of this life, that he may please him who enlisted him as a soldier" (2 Timothy 2:3, 4

It probably takes many years of monastic practice to equal the spiritual growth generated by one sleepless night with a sick child.

What was the self-sacrifice? I jettisoned half of a much-loved and I think irreplaceable pair of shoes. Why was that self-sacrifice? Because they were mine! said Ford, crossly. I think we have different value systems. Well mine's better.

Things had certainly come down a long way since the great days of Faust and Mephistopheles, when a man could gain all the knowledge of the universe, achieve all the ambitions of his mind and all the pleasures of the flesh for the price of his soul. Now it was a few record royalties, a few pieces of trendy furniture, a trinket to stick on your bathroom wall [...].

he had had absolutely no cigarettes at all. Not one. They were out of his life, foresworn utterly. He didn't need them. He could do without them. They merely nagged at him like mad and made his life a living hell

He said it isn't easy being a cop.' 'Well surely that's his problem, isn't it?' 'I'd have thought so.

They took her flesh from her, to wear as a cloak, and her blood to drink, leaving only her shadow

Dreams don't come true. Dreams die. Dreams get compromised. Dreams end up dealing meth in a booth at the back of the Olive Garden. Dreams choke to death on bay leaves. Dreams get spleen cancer.

Compromise is said to be the way of the world and yet I find myself feeling sick trying to accept what it has done to me.

Far more than the casual recreation we think of when it comes to games of skill in Mesoamerican cultures the ball game was a sacred ritual that reenacted the struggle between the forces of good and evil. It might also have been a way for groups to avoid warfare by solving conflicts through a match instead, one that occasionally ended with human sacrifice…

Imagine if you took it on in yourself to reorient your life trajectory toward your divinity. Your divinity: I so loved the world, that I gave it all of myself. Imagine your birth as an act of pouring yourself forth into life as a loving means of redemption. Imagine your human life as what you have come to redeem. And when you've fully awakened to all of it, then you've fully redeemed your human incarnation.

True realization, true enlightenment, comes through a complete relinquishing of personal will - a complete letting go.

Part of being awake is being willing to be crucified. If we think that to be awake means the whole world will agree with us, then we are in a total delusion.

Ares ever loves to pluck all the fairest flower of an armed host.

For, alone of gods, Death loves not gifts; no, not by sacrifice, nor by libation, canst thou aught avail with him; he hath no altar nor hath he hymn of praise; from him, alone of gods, Persuasion stands aloof.

Death hath a fairer fame than a life of toil.

But when the dust has drunk the blood of men, no resurrection comes for one who's dead.

Of all the gods only death does not desire gifts.

Of all the Gods, Death only craves not gifts: Nor sacrifice, nor yet drink-offering poured Avails; no altars hath he, nor is soothed By hymns of praise. From him alone of all The powers of Heaven Persuasion holds aloof.

They sent forth men to battle, But no such men return; And home, to claim their welcome, Come ashes in an urn

Better a long life of toil than a short one of ease.

If you can't find somethin' to live for, you best find somethin' to die for.