Quotes About Sacrifice

So many times in a single day we glimpse a view beyond the apparent. Write those moments down. They might not speak to you at first. But eventually they might. Everybody writes too long and too much anyway, sacrificing significance for story. Truth be told, we all want to be poets.

Boxing has become America's tragic theater.

The worst thing: to give yourself away in exchange for not enough love.

She wasn't in love but she would love him, if that would save her.

I missed being a parent as much as a person crossing the desert misses water. I missed soccer games and family meals and coming in out of the snow after sledding, dancing in

Maybe loving her children too much was her downfall—the weight it placed on the three of them, knowing that for their mother they represented everything of greatest meaning in her life. No question their father loved them, too, but without the heavy sense of obligation her devotion seemed to carry with it.

Las once! La guerra ha terminado. Un clamor se eleva de las trincheras. Gorros al aire. Abrazos. Lágrimas que dejan regueros claros al deslizarse por rostros negros de mugre e intemperie. Sobreviviré. Podré contarles a mis nietos cómo fue esto.

Lo que lo jode todo siempre. El amor verdadero.

Su amor por Antonia es inmenso, precisamente porque no es sencillo. Porque es esforzado, porque es noble, pero satisfactorio. Porque ella se entrega, como él, sin traicionar. Por eso la quiere con locura.

Hay una diferencia entre participar e implicarse. En un plato de huevos fritos con chorizo, la gallina participa. El cerdo se implica.

Es cierto. A veces el amor nos lleva a sitios complejos. Pero nunca podemos renunciar a nosotros mismos.

Perder dos horas a la semana en un lugar atestado de incienso restaría a mi vida exactamente 343 días. No se ofenda, pero no me parece un buen trato. Ni siquiera por una supuesta eternidad.

Si tu ojo derecho te hace caer, sácatelo», dice el Señor.

En el que el héroe vence cuando acepta su propia muerte

Cristo, naciendo pobre, nos está invitando a amar la pobreza como prenda de su divinidad encarnada

Nadie tiene derecho a derribar de un capirotazo lo que las generaciones previas erigieron con infinito esfuerzo: porque en el esfuerzo de esas generaciones hay mucho amor insomne, muchos sacrificios ímprobos, muchas lágrimas vertidas, muchos júbilos compartidos

My heart in the East But the rest of me far in the West— How can I savor this life, even taste what I eat? How, in the bonds of the Moor, Zion chained to the Cross, Can I do what I've vowed to and must? Gladly I'd leave All the best of grand Spain For one glimpse of the ruined Shrine's dust.

I would rather die then try to live without you", "May you always love me and want me but never have me", "May you never love anyone but me".

On his face was an expression of absolute love. Melting, soul-touching, raw, unbridled love, the kind of person dies for, sacrifices and suffers for. It was the kind of love that a person would wait two hundred years to see fulfilled. It was True Love in its purest form.

I do not say that I could never be persuaded to sacrifice my reputation to passion- only that it would take a great deal.

Still, some might say it was her duty to endure it. But she could not sacrifice self-respect on the altar of convention. That's rather a good phrase, isn't it? I must have read it somewhere.

A man cannot split himself in two, Will.' He paused. 'One half will die, sooner or later.

I am a warrior. I kill because I must. I kill to protect those who cannot protect themselves—and you did not thank me for saving your life, but you are welcome, just the same.

give Marguerite