Quotes About Sacrifice

That's what it is to be a hero," Ríordán says. "It's fighting on even when you're hopelessly outnumbered. It's seeing your friends dying all around you, witnessing the most shocking cruelty you could imagine, and still finding the courage to go on. It's doing the very best you can.

Only a fool gives up his one treasure.

To return to that realm of shadows for your sweetheart's sake, Clodagh, is a breathtaking act of selfless love. I think you are the only talisman he needs.

Porquê Sorcha? - disse ele. -Porquê ela para tanto sofrimento? Ela está inocente de qualquer maldade, incapaz de um pensamento mau. Porque há-de ela fazer este sacrifício por nós? - Porque é a mais forte - disse Conor simplesmente. - Porque dobra com o vento, mas não quebra. Sorcha é o fio que nos liga a todos. Sem ela somos como folhas ao vento, sopradas de um lado para o outro.

It's fighting on even when you're hopelessly outnumbered. It's seeing your friends dying all around you, witnessing the most shocking cruelty you could imagine, and still finding the courage to go on. It's doing the very best you can.

The blood of the heroes is closer to God than the ink of the philosophers and the prayers of the faithful.

The legionary spirit is that fire of one who will choose the hardest road, who will fight to the death even when all is already lost.

When I saw the illustration a new idea came to me. Might it not be possible to have Satsuko's face and figure carved on my tombstone in the manner of such a Bodhisattva, to use her as the secret model for a Kannon or Seishi? After all, I have no religious beliefs, any sort of faith will do for me; my only conceivable divinity is Satsuko. Nothing could be better than to lie buried under her image.

I wouldn't mind being injured if that would bring Satsuko pleasure, and a mortal injury would be all the better. Yet to think of being trampled to death, not by her but by her dog…

Like running trying to live a good life has to hurt a little bit, or we're not running hard enough, not really trying.

And because love, real love, is not so easily shed.

Cuando los campesinos compran más tierra con el fruto de su trabajo, eso significa que tienen que trabajar más que antes. A fin de cuentas, las preocupaciones y el trabajo no tienen fin, y lo único que obtienen es la posibilidad de tener más quehacer que antes…

Cuestiones como «Amor al Pueblo» y la obligación social sólo tienen sentido si uno pierde algo cuando se desentiende de ellas... ¿Pero qué diablos tenía ella que perder?

Singura cale s? eviÅ£i munca este s? munceÅŸti. Nu munca în sine este preÅ£ioas?; ci faptul c? învingem munca prin munc?. Adev?rata valoare a muncii s?l??luieÅŸte în puterea renun??rii la sine.

Dragostea de c?min ?i obliga?ia au rost numai atata timp cat cineva pierde ceva, aruncandu-le cat colo.

The only way to go beyond work is through work. It is not that work itself is valuable; we surmount work by work. The real value of work lies in the strength of self-denial

It is a mother's noble conceit to believe she has the power to take her child's suffering and do it for him.

Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.

This showed once again that everyone had something different to lose in this battle. Some were concerned for their lives, and some for those they cared most about: rays, sea horses, even the chickens that ran free in the streets of the city because they couldn't all be caught in time.

I didn't want to fight with him. And yet I could not promise him what I most wanted to give - my love, the promise that I would stay with him in the Winter Court, that I would throw caution aside and be with him.

Or, perhaps you thought I might ape your blessed Kannan, stealing ghee and curds from the homes of the Gopis, getting beaten up with churners and—" Azhwarkkadiyaan

I had failed to make a gift of myself to God.

The guilt and anxiety induced by hunting, combined with frustration resulting from ritual celibacy, could have been projected onto the image of a powerful woman, who demands endless bloodshed.27 The hunters could see that women were the source of new life; it was they – not the expendable males – who ensured the continuity of the tribe. The female thus became an awe-inspiring icon of life itself – a life that required the ceaseless sacrifice of men and animals.

You cannot be a hero unless you are prepared to give up everything; there is no ascent to the heights without a prior descent into darkness, no new life without some form of death. Throughout our lives, we all find ourselves in situations in which we come face to face with the unknown, and the myth of the hero shows us how we should behave. We all have to face the final rite of passage, which is death.