Quotes About Sacrifice

The world was dying. Its gods had to die with it.

Kelsier watched after him, then did the only rational thing. He ate the bolt he'd taken from the bottom of the stool.

There are . . . times when one must accept the aid of darkness in order to contain a greater darkness.

To be given loyalty is to be infused like a gemstone, to be granted the frightful license to destroy not only one's self, but all within one's care.

Love must be allowed to flow both ways—if it is not, then it is not truly love, I think. It is something else. Infatuation, perhaps? Either way, there are some of us who are far too quick to make martyrs of ourselves. We stand at the side, watching, thinking that we do the right thing by inaction. We fear pain—our own, or that of another." He

A man is what he has passion about. If you give up what you want most for what you think you should want more, you'll end up miserable.

we shouldn't be required to keep giving until we'd been wrung out. That wasn't love.

Spin, you'll die." "Yes," I whispered. "But I'll win anyway.

That's why we get annoyed by you Idrians. So high, so certain that what you do is right. If your god asked you to give up your Breath—or even the Breath of your child—wouldn't you do it? You give up your children to become monks, forcing them into a life of servitude, don't you? That's seen as a sign of faith. Yet when we do something to serve our gods, you twist your lips at us and call us blasphemers.

Remembering the fallen was important, but working to protect the living was more so.

I wanted a frozen burrito. Sara died for that.

Sometimes," Dalinar said, "the prize is not worth the costs. The means by which we achieve victory are as important as the victory itself.

I've found that if you give up what you want most for what you think you should want more, you'll just end up miserable.

I accept that there will be those I cannot protect.

Daha fazla arzulaman gerektiÄŸini düÅŸündüÄŸün ÅŸey için en çok istediÄŸinden vazgeçersen sonun kötü olur.

If you want to create heroes, don't give them something to fight for. Give them someone to fight for.

You're wrong about me". Wax said, spinning the chamber, feeling the trigger, hoping the gun still worked. He looked up at Bleeder and leveled the weapon. Looking down these sights, he saw Lessie. His stomach turned again. "How am I wrong?" Bleeder asked. Rusts she was crying. "I'm not Harmony's hands", Wax whispered. "I'm his sword." Then he fired.

You want too much of me" he snapped at her as he reached the other side of the chasm. "I'm not some glorious knight of ancient days. I'm a broken man. Do you hear me Syl? I'm broken ." She zipped up to him and whispered "That's what they all were, silly.

Sometimes, Kelsier felt that a skaa Misting's life wasn't so much about surviving as it was about picking the right time to die.

warrior is nothing if she has nothing to fight for.

What honor can we find on a battlefield while our people starve?

Where's your sense of adventure?" "I dragged it out back and clubbed it senseless for getting me into the army.

Glass broke and metal tools clattered to the ground. "Have you any idea what all of that is worth?" Shezler growled, lowering his arm and advancing. "Your soul, apparently," Kelsier whispered.

You came all this way, leaving behind luxury, to eat some pancakes." "Really awesome pancakes.