Quotes About Sacrifice

So live real good, and get beat up real bad. Dance until they kill you, and then we'll dance some more. That's how this thing seems to work.

Andre Trocmé, who pastored the remarkable Le Chambon community during World War II, said, "Nonviolence was not a theory superimposed upon reality; it was an itinerary that we explored day after day in communal prayer and in obedience to the commands of the Spirit.

In our culture of "seeker sensitivity" and radical inclusivity, the great temptation is to compromise the cost of discipleship in order to draw a larger crowd. With the most sincere hearts, we do not want to see anyone walk away from Jesus because of the discomfort of his cross, so we clip the claws on the Lion a little, we clean up a bit the bloody Passion we are called to follow.

Mother Theresa always said, "Calcuttas are everywhere if only we have eyes to see. Find your Calcutta.

There are some things to die for but none to kill for.

Only Jesus would be crazy enough to suggest that if you want to become the greatest, you should become the least. Only Jesus would declare God's blessing on the po0r rather than on the rich and would insist that it's not enough to just love your friends. I just began to wonder if anybody still believed Jesus meant those things he said.

The more I get to know Jesus, the more trouble he seems to get me into.

A pastor friend of mine said, "Our problem is that we no longer have martyrs. We only have celebrities.

Dance until they kill you, and then we'll dance some more.

We somehow must become what we are not, sacrificing what we are, to inherit the masquerade of what we will be.

But he never threw a fight when the fight was right So they sent him to the war

Smile at me, baby, and I'll walk on hot coals for you, no matter how many times you wake me up in the middle of the night.

Go on, son, you're not doing me any good by bleeding.

He would never abandon her, never leave a gaping hole, and even if he died someday, he was preserved like a lab specimen from all the alcohol he imbibed, so he wouldn't look or act much different.

Age gave her the peace, at least, to live inside that moment like a poet - to not sacrifice the beauty to the anxiety of What Next, but to just observe.

You succeed because you're willing to give everything to your craft- everything!

Generally speaking, if a guy breaks your jaw and leg and cuts off your robotic arm, you file charges and get a restraining order. The only exception is when subtle machinations are needed to save the world from a massive, catastrophic alien takeover. But in no other circumstance.

Would you prefer being baked to death under the sun or eaten alive by ants?

What will you NOT do for your Savior?

Some other kid has to die so I can live?" This was too horrifying to wrap my head around. Like, how do you wish for something like that? But then, how do you not, if your own heart isn't working right? [pp.70]

Yoga teaches us that we can have whatever we may want in life if we are willing to provide it for others first.

He hadn't done it for show or to please the onlookers. When he'd approached that treasured cloth of red, white, and blue waving in the gentle breeze, gratefulness had overflowed in his heart and soul. Gratitude for the privilege of protecting his country. Appreciation for those who cared. And above all, thankfulness to almighty God that he'd made it home.

A little sacrifice for the cause of Christ is not worth naming; and I feel it a privilege, of which I am entirely undeserving, to have had it in my power to sacrifice my all for him who hesitated not to lay down his life for sinners.

What do you know of sacrifice? Need I tell you of York's dead . . . of Sandal Castle? My brother did survive the battle, his first. He was seventeen and he entreated them to spare his life. They cut his throat. Their heads were then impaled on York's Micklegate Bar to please the House of Lancaster, to please a harlot and a madman. She had my father's head crowned with straw and she left a spike between the two. . . . That one, she said, was for York's other son.