Quotes About Sacrifice

Let me die the moment my love dies. Let me not outlive my own capacity to love. Let me die still loving, and so, never die.

Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved.

I'm backing down now. I really do love you. That's why I'm doing this.

I would lay down everything I possess, even my soul, for you. If that isn't love, it's the best I have.

Love will hurt. If it doesn't hurt you are not doing it right. To truly love someone you must open yourself up to the pain that would be losing them.

You would rather face a life without me than to have me choose a life I would not choose for myself.

The business of love is cruelty which, by our wills, we transform to live together.

There was bondage in love; no one had told her that love took away freedom.

Sacrifice of live, sacrifice for love. Fate is gentle and harsh; she gives and she takes.

Love is ownership. We own whom we love. The universe is God's because He loves.

Beauty lies within a person that is willing to do anything for their love, love is beauty within the heart.

We wish to constitute all the happiness, or, if that cannot be, the misery of the one we love.

Moved by the perfection of His holy love, God in Christ substituted Himself for us sinners. That is the heart of the cross of Christ.

Love is the only passion which includes in its dreams the happiness of someone else.

Great loves were almost always great tragedies. Perhaps it was because love was never truly great until the element of sacrifice entered into it.

True love isn't easy, but it must be fought for. Once you find it, it can never be replaced. – Unknown

Freedom exists for the sake of love.

Love is selflessness, Self is lovelessness.

True love can exist only in freedom from possession.

The Bhakta (devotee) renounces all little loves for the almighty and omnipresent love.

Any kind of love that lacks the iron of the Cross in it, is anemic love.

Love doesn't try to be efficient; when it is most extravagant, it is least wasted.

But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!

I am like a table that eats its own legs off because it's fallen in love with the floor.