Quotes About Sacrifice

Having disarmed the powers and authorities, he made a public spectacle of them, triumphing over them by the cross" (Colossians 2:15).

But the final act of the Gospel is death: death at the healed hands of the lepers, called for by the mouths of the ones whose tongues were loosed, watched by the eyes opened by His touch. And if we intend to follow His steps, live according to the Gospel, and show love to sinners, we must be willing to die by their hands. And you will. You will.

sometimes you need to sacrifice relationships that typically lead to self-destructive habit loops.

Jeffrey Meyers' Modigliani: A Life,

If I could, I would tell everyone that to spend our lives on the poor is no burden. Neither is it noble. Rather, it is a great privilege, and sometimes a great joy. After all, that is where Jesus is.

Life, it seems, is not meaningless but, rather, so full of meaning that its meaning must be constantly murdered for the sake of cohesion and comprehension. For the sake of the storyline.

Thou shalt cut the ram in pieces, and wash the inwards of him, and his legs, and put them unto his pieces, and unto his head.

She prefers to think she became a better woman. But she has hurt her sister, and she knows it. The fact that she did it to save herself is no excuse. Nor is the knowledge that she's only done what writers do. A novelist is just a cottonmouth with a laptop.

About 5 percent of love is romantic. The other 95 percent is something else. It's caring for another more than yourself. It's empathy and compassion and sacrifice. It's setting aside your own concerns to lift someone else.

in life every thing comes with a price even freedom

Paarfi undertakes a detailed examination on the virtues of brevity: It would seem, therefore, that if we allow our readers, by virtue of being in the company of the historian, to eavesdrop on this interchange, we will have, in one scene, discharged two obligations; a sacrifice, if we may say so, to the god Brevity, whom all historians, indeed, all who work with the written word, ought to worship. We cannot say too little on this subject.

I'd tell her if I had two dead teckla I'd give her one.

Muscles Are Required, Intelligence Not Essential. Spells MARINE

If you come away with me, I can promise you pain and disgrace," I said. "But I will love you like no other can.

Ben Adaephon Delat," Pearl said plaintively, "see the last who comes. You send me to my death." "I know," Quick Ben whispered. "Flee, then. I will hold them enough to ensure your escape no more." Quick Ben sank down past the roof. Before he passed from sight Pearl spoke again. "Ben Adaephon Delat, do you pity me?" "Yes" he replied softly, then pivoted and dropped down into darkness.

Someone coughed nearby, from some huddle of stones, and then spoke. 'So, who are we fighting for again?' Fiddler could not place the voice. Nor the one that replied, 'Everyone.' A long pause, and then, 'No wonder we're losing.

In war everyone loses. This brutal truth can be seen in the eyes of every solider in every world.

Name none of the fallen, for they stand in our place, and stand there still in each moment of our lives. Let my death hold no glory, and let me die forgotten and unknown. Let it not be said that I was one among the dead to accuse the living.

It is not enough to wish for a better world for the children. It is not enough to shield them with ease and comfort. Lostara Yil, if we do not sacrifice our own ease, our own comfort, to make the future's world a better one, then we curse our own children. We leave them a misery they do not deserve; we leave them a host of lessons unearned.

The beast that was civilization ever faced forward, and in making its present world it devoured the world to come. It was an appalling truth that one's own children could be so callously sacrificed to immediate comforts, yet this was so and it had always been so.

Children were meant to be gifts. The physical manifestation of love between a man and a woman. And for that love, all manner of sacrifice could be borne.

What are gods, after all, if not the perfect victims?

You should have seen our last stands. They were something. They were something. Darkness, and then brightness – brightness like a summer day without end. He went there, without a single look back.

Name none of the fallen, for they stood in our place, and stand there still in each moment of our lives. Let my death hold no glory, and let me die forgotten and unknown. Let it not be said that I was one among the dead to accuse the living.