Quotes About Sacrifice

If you want to travel on the airline system, you give up your privacy. If you want your privacy, don't fly. Flying is voluntary.

I wouldn't mind dying for France, but not for Air France.

I've been doing things myself in the sense that I haven't had a night nurse or anything like that, so I've spent every night with baby except for the nights that I've had to travel.

As an actor, you travel so much. It isn't great for a marriage.

I'm very lucky that my husband is a true partner in child-rearing. If I get home late, he gets home early or vice-versa. I travel more, and he's able to spell me when I'm gone.

The one who plants trees, knowing that he will never sit in their shade, has at least started to understand the meaning of life.

The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.

The fruit of love's great tree is poverty; Whoever knows this knows humility.

Under the spreading chestnut tree I sold you and you sold me--

No other God have I but thee, born in a manger, died on a tree.

Be like a tree. The tree gives shade even to him who cuts off its boughs.

Bid me despair, and I'll despair,Under that cypress tree;Or bid me die, and I will dareE'en Death, to die for thee.

You often say, "I would give, but only to the deserving." The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture. They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish.

Adam tried to hide behind the trees in the garden. There is only one tree that can hide us from Him and that is the tree of the cross.

2,000 years ago one man got nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be if everyone was nice to each other for a change.

Cursed is everyone who hangs on a tree.

But Palm Sunday tells us that ... it is the cross that is the true tree of life.

In the midst of all the candy and commercialism, let's not lose sight of the true meaning of Halloween: tree worship and animal sacrifice.

It is not among the palm trees that I wish to die, but among the poor who are Jesus Christ.

Great people plant trees they'll never sit under.

It is ourselves that we must spread under Christ's feet, not coats nor lifeless branches or shoots of trees.

My mother, she killed me, My father, he ate me, My sister Marlene, Gathered all my bones, Tied them in a silken scarf, Laid them beneath the juniper tree, Tweet, tweet, what a beautiful bird am I.

Grace will ever speak for itself and be fruitful in well-doing; the sanctified, cross is a fruitful tree.

Good teams become great ones when the members trust each other enough to surrender the Me for the We.