Quotes About Sacrifice

Summer grasses, All that remains Of soldiers' dreams

It was wrong, but sometimes you have to break a few eggs in order to make an omelette.

VERY WELL, ROLAND OF GILEAD. 'VERY WELL, EDDIE OF NEW YORK. 'VERY WELL, SUSANNAH OF NEW YORK. 'VERY WELL, JAKE OF NEW YORK. 'VERY WELL, OY OF MID-WORLD.

He bought her six dresses, and I brought her god-damned cat back from the dead, so who loves her more?!

I'll do whatever you want," Trash said gratefully in the dream. "My life for you! My soul for you!" "I will set you to burn," the dark man said gravely.

Law enforcement: a case of good men doing bad chores.

Kill your darlings.

For your family, you do all that you can.

Animals. Let them burn, then. Let the streets be filled with the smell of their sacrifice. Let this place be called racca, ichabod, wormwood. Flex And power transformers atop lightpoles bloomed into nacreous purple light, spitting catherine-wheel sparks. High-tension wires fell into the streets in pick-up-sticks tangles...

Your friends drag you down, Gordie. Don't you know that? [...] Your friends do. They're like drowning guys that are holding onto your legs. You can't save them. You can only drown with them.

I love you, Beverly . . . just let me have that. You can have Bill, or the world, or whatever you need. Just let me have that, let me go on loving you, and I guess it'll be enough.

Will you share khef with me, and share this water?' 'Yes.' 'Drink, bondsman.' Jake did. Then, before Roland could kiss him, he dropped the cup, flung his arms about the gunslinger's neck, and whispered fiercely into his ear: 'Roland, I love you.' 'I love you, too,' he said, and released him. Outside, the wind gusted again. Jake waited for something to howl – perhaps in triumph – but nothing did.

The world is hard and you can't have everything.

President Johnson soon Americanized the war that resulted in the death of a generation.

I will not resign. I will not do it. I am ready to resist by all means, even at the cost of my own life. . . . Foreign capital—imperialism united with reaction—created the climate for the army to break with their tradition. . . . Long live Chile! Long live the people! These are my last words. I am sure that my sacrifice will not be in vain. I am sure it will be at least a moral lesson, and a rebuke to crime, cowardice and treason.

When being loving becomes even more important than being loved, true devotion is experienced. A loving that does not depend on getting what we want but on offering what the world and our hearts cry out for.

To become Kuan Yin is to recognize the extreme toil and commitment that brings fruition. Her accomplishment not bestowed on her by some celestial prize committee, Zeus, or the Holy Ghost, but by the hard-earned forgoing of all earthly pleasure, to complete what Buddha called "the work to be done.

You are destined for your hardships because you are destined for great works of God.

What kind of man breaks his vows, destroys lives, and violates the laws of God for false love and brief pleasures?

It's sometimes a painful process. It's a change that has to be motivated by a higher purpose, by the willingness to subordinate what you think you want now for what you want later.

Happiness - in part at least - the fruit of the desire and ability to sacrifice waht we want for what we want eventually

Proactive people make love a verb. Love is something you do: the sacrifices you make, the giving of self, like a mother bringing a newborn into the world... Love is a value that is actualized through loving actions. Proactive people subordinate feeling to values. Love, the feeling, can be recaptured.

My friend, love is a verb. Love—the feeling—is a fruit of love, the verb. So love her. Serve her. Sacrifice. Listen to her. Empathize. Appreciate. Affirm her. Are you willing to do that?

Happiness can be defined, in part at least, as the fruit of the desire and ability to sacrifice what we want now for what we want eventually.