Quotes About Sacrifice

Middle ground only comes in war after lots of people have died—and only after the important people are worried they might actually lose.

Sometimes, people just have to die.

Syl was silent for a moment. "Do you want to be a miracle?" "No," Kaladin whispered. "But for them, I will be.

We must go. Leave the Smedrys to do what they do best." "Save the world?" Grandpa asked. "Get into trouble?" Kaz asked. "Run around screaming?" I asked.

Never ask of your men a sacrifice you wouldn't make yourself. Never make them fight in conditions you would refuse to fight in yourself. Never ask a man to perform an act you wouldn't soil your own hands doing.

Syl shouted. YOU CANNOT HOLD ME BACK IF HE SPEAKS THE WORDS! THE WORDS, KALADIN! SAY THEM! "I will protect even those I hate," Kaladin whispered through bloody lips. "So long as it is right." A Shardblade appeared in Moash's hands. A distant rumbling. Thunder. THE WORDS ARE ACCEPTED, the Stormfather said reluctantly.

It was strange, how easily and quickly protection could cause destruction. Sometimes, Vasher wondered if the two weren't really the same thing. Protect a flower, destroy the pests who wanted to feed on it. Protect a building, destroy the plants that could have grown in the soil. Protect a man. Live with the destruction he creates.

It hadn't been for the money, the fame, or even—as most suspected—for revenge. Kelsier knew Mare's heart. He'd known that she dreamed of days when plants flourished and the sky was not red.

He is a good man—despite it all, he is a good man. A sacrificing man. In truth, all of his actions—all of the deaths, destructions, and pains that he has caused—have hurt him deeply. All of these things were, in truth, a kind of sacrifice for him.

Y ahí está la ironía! El propio viaje que había emprendido para lograr lo que quería la había transformado en una persona que ya no era capaz de disfrutar de esa victoria

There is honor in loss

Si quieres crear héroes, no les des algo por lo que luchar. Dales a alguien por quien luchar.

Sangre. El hedor de los cuerpos ardiendo. Al final, la derrota y la victoria tenían el mismo olor. Pero sonaban distinto.

Not that he was a fool. No, the book was full of insight. Disturbing insight. The Lord Mistborn advocated gathering the Metalborn who were elderly or terminally ill, then asking them to sacrifice themselves to make these Ã¢â'¬Â¦ spikes, which could in turn be used to create individuals of great power.

He descubierto que, si renuncias a lo que más quieres por lo que piensas que deberías querer más, acabarás sintiéndote inútil.

Perhaps she could leave if she managed to save up enough money. That was hard, almost impossible. Every time she got a coin, she spent it on food. She couldn't help herself. Nothing else seemed to matter.

My lack of capacity doesn't change the kingdom's needs.

El honor ha muerto

La empatía es la venta a pérdidas de las emociones. Termina compensando con el tiempo.

We're going to kill them, aren't we?" William Ann asked. "Yes." "How much are they worth?" "Sometimes, child, it's not about what a man is worth.

It seemed so odd that faith should so be sacrificed in the name of religion.

They were doomed. Those bridgemen would be dead by now. But Dalinar blessed them for their sacrifice. It might have been meaningless as an end, but it had changed the journey.

Morningtide's Poco pulled upward into a loop—trailed by three Krell ships. Almost there. Almost there! The Krell destructors flared. Hit. Hit again. And then… A burst of light. A spray of sparks. And Morningtide died in a massive explosion. She didn't have a chance to eject.

We exist to be killed," Kaladin said. He blinked, glancing at the other few members of Bridge Four sitting apathetically in the rain. "If we're not dead already.