Quotes About Sacrifice

Just the thought of it hurts, but I truly believe that sometimes you have to be willing to break your own heart to save your soul.

Her body had been in a war and, as in love, it had used every part of itself.

A person will walk through a hundred doors to carry out the whims of the dead, not realizing he is burying himself away from the others.

Soldiers were coming in with just bits of their bodies, falling in love with me for an hour and then dying.

It is important to die in holy places. That was one of the secrets of the desert. So Madox walked into a church in Somerset, a place he felt had lost its holiness, and he committed what he believed was a holy act.

She swabbed arms that kept bleeding. She removed so many pieces of shrapnel she felt she'd transported a ton of metal out of the huge body of the human that she was caring for while the army travelled north.

AÅŸk, insan?n kendini ve geçmiÅŸini tüketmesidir.

By August the blitz had begun, and in one month there were suddenly 2,500 unexploded bombs to be dealt with. Roads were closed, factories deserted. By September the number of live bombs had reached 3,700. One hundred new bomb squads were set up, but there was still no understanding of how the bombs worked. Life expectancy in these units was ten weeks.

It was always raining and cold, and there was no order but for the great maps of art that showed judgement, piety and sacrifice. The Eighth Army came upon river after river of destroyed bridges, and their sapper units clambered down banks on ladders of rope within enemy gunfire and swam or waded across.

The way the terrorists in our time can be made to believe they are eternal if they die for the cause of their ruler.

But the young sapper was already on his back, the rifle aimed, his eye almost brushing the beards of Noah and Abraham and the variety of demons until he reached the great face and was stilled by it, the face like a spear, wise, unforgiving.

Die Erebus war nicht zufällig nach dem Gott der Unterwelt benannt, und für die Männer an Bord muss es sich angefühlt haben, als wären sie dort angekommen

My father's mother, Grandma Marietta, was a living portrait of her generation: a short squat woman who toiled endlessly in the home. She shared the common lot of Italian peasant women: endless cooking, cleaning, and tending to the family, with a fatalistic submergence of self. "Che pu fare?" ("What can you do?") was the common expression of the elderly women.

Christianity sedulously fosters, and in a sense permanently satisfies, man's craving for mental dissatisfaction by offering him the comfort of a crucified God.

Another thing cooking is, or can be, is a way to honor the things we're eating, the animals and plants and fungi that have been sacrificed to gratify our needs and desires, as well as the places and the people that produced them. Cooks have their ways of saying grace too... Cooking something thoughtfully is a way to celebrate both that species and our relation to it.

Alcoholism can be understood as a spiritual disorder, Ross told me the first time we met, in the treatment room at NYU. Over time you lose your connection to everything but this compound. Life loses all meaning. At the end, nothing is more important than that bottle, not even your wife and your kids. Eventually, there is nothing you won't sacrifice for it.

Better to marry unhappily 100 times than to live happily forever in sin.

As the wedded pair have given each other power over their bodies, it would be a grave sin for one to refuse either altogether or for a considerable time the fulfilment of the marriage debt.

Sinatra's endurance has become a rallying point for many people who feel that their sacrifices and hard work are no longer honored.

I'm so sick of sarcasm and irony, I could kill! Sincerely, the real root of things is love and sacrifice.

The police and the army do their job honestly and sincerely. They are devoted to the country.

These critics who crucify me do not guess the littlest part of my sincerity. They must be burned in a blaze. I cannot learn from them.

They ought to put out the eyes of painters as they do goldfinches in order that they can sing better.

But I knew if I ran I'd never be able to sing, so I had to take my punishment.