Quotes About Sacrifice

Gracias a Dios, lo más que nos puede ocurrir es que nos maten a tiros».

Human perfection and technical perfection are incompatible. If we strive for one, we must sacrifice the other.

Al parecer se considera paradójico el que un guerrero hable de la paz. Frente a eso cabe decir que su firma es la única que otorga crédito a esa palabra. No en vano los antiguos hacían que a los tratados de paz asistiesen sus dioses nacionales de la guerra, representados por el sumo sacerdote.

You stay in the war because it would be shameful to stay out of it. An then grief seizes you and hold its grip till anger has turned you into a soldier.

War is when young men dream of being grandfathers.

If, to win, we have to set up the gallows in the public square, I would prefer to lose.

Non v'è dubbio che bisogna difendersi; ma dal sistema che si adopera nella difesa dipende in gran parte la sorte della rivoluzione. Che se per vivere si dovesse rinunziare alle ragioni ed agli scopi della vita, se per difendere la rivoluzione si dovesse rinunziare alle conquiste che sono lo scopo primo della rivoluzione, allora varrebbe meglio essere vinti onoratamente e salvare le ragioni dell'avvenire, anziché vincere tradendo la propria causa.

Take a step or two forward lads.....it will be easier that way. His last words to the firing squad, lined up before him holding rifles, at his execution.

Would you be willing to give your life to save the world if no one ever knew your name? If anonymity was the price you would have to pay for significance, would it be too great a price? To live a life of courage is not a guarantee of prestige or adulation. It only matters if you live and die fulfilling the mission you were born for.

Artists love without reservation. They give their hearts completely and leave nothing on the table. They are naked and unashamed. They leave no room for pretension. And because they have given all of themselves, they live without regret.

He did not ever mistreat me. But it was no kindness; for I knew this must all end, that I would be returned to the cane fields and their brutality someday. And so I did not allow myself to grow comfortable, but instead scrambled after thermometers tossed in the grass, gathered his dropped scopes, carefully folded leaves into the long wooden box he called his vasculum, feeling each evening only relief that I had not been punished.

My beloved grandson, I thank the gods for the joy of seeing your face again before I die. I wish with all my heart that you'd come back to us sooner." Argus smiled, but made no move to approach his grandfather. "You'll have to forgive me for staying away so long, Lord Aetes. As dearly as I love you, the idea of being put to death on my return to Aea kept me away. It's a trivial thing, the fear of losing one's life, but it means a lot to me.

Marriage to Fernando offered shelter and security, but the shackle was the price I'd pay.

Except that when it came to choosing between smiles and thanks on the one hand, and the good of society on the other, this driver knew what it had to be.

Lots of parents are dying to sacrifice everything for their children," ......... Okay, it's true that, in the end, we'll disappear, but so what? In the end, everyone dies, and your father and me, we won't even die, we'll just fade away.

Thinking that we have to always burn our candle at both ends in order to benefit others is perhaps the greatest idiot compassion of all.

At one time I smoked, but in 1959 I couldn't think of anything else to give up for Lent so I stopped - and I haven't had a cigarette since.

Mom never quit on me. My only regret is that she didn't live long enough to share some of the money and comforts my work in show business has brought me.

As I looked at the stains on the coral, I recalled some of the eloquent phrases of politicians and newsmen about how "gallant" it is for a man to "shed his blood for his country

Your soul may belong to Jesus, but your ass belongs to the marines.

As I looked at the stains on the coral, I recalled some of the eloquent phrases of politicians and newsmen about how "gallant" it is for a man to "shed his blood for his country," and "to give his life's blood as a sacrifice," and so on. The words seemed ridiculous. Only the flies benefited.

If the country is good enough to live in, it's good enough to fight for." With privilege goes responsibility.

In writing I am fulfilling an obligation I have long felt to my comrades in the 1st Marine Division, all of whom suffered so much for our country. None came out unscathed. Many gave their lives, many their health, and some their sanity. All who survived will long remember the horror they would rather forget. But they suffered and they did their duty so a sheltered homeland can enjoy the peace that was purchased at such high cost. We owe those Marines a profound debt of gratitude.

Possibly I lost faith that politicians in high places who do not have to endure war's savagery will ever stop blundering and sending others to endure it.