Quotes About Sacrifice

Well, he who loves must share the lot of the one he loves.

But there were other victims as well, even after Woland left the capital, and these victims, sadly enough, were black cats.

Oh lovers! be careful in those dangerous first days! once you've brought breakfast in bed you'll have to bring it forever, unless you want to be accused of lovelessness and betrayal.

Perhaps all the questions we ask of love, to measure, test, probe, and save it, have the additional effect of cutting it short. Perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved, that is, we demand something (love) from our partner instead of delivering ourselves up to him demand-free and asking for nothing but his company.

Does he love me? Does he love anyone more than me? Does he love me more than I love him? Perhaps all the questions we ask of love, to measure, test, probe, and save it, have the additional effect of cutting it short. Perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved, that is, we demand something (love) from our partner instead of delivering ourselves up to him demand-free and asking for nothing but his company.

Why don't you ever use your strength on me? she said. Because love means renouncing strength, said Franz softly.

Perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved, that is, we demand something (love) from our partner instead of delivering ourselves up to him demand-free and asking for nothing but his company.

A man who loses his privacy loses everything. And a man who gives it up of his own free will is a monster.

Tereza's mother never stopped reminding her that being a mother meant sacrificing everything. Her words had the ring of truth, backed as they were by the experience of a woman who had lost everything because of her child. Tereza would listen and believe that being a mother was the highest value in life and that being a mother was a great sacrifice. If a mother was Sacrifice personified, then a daughter was Guilt, with no possibility of redress.

Today I know this: when it comes time to take stock, the most painful wound is that of broken friendships; and there is nothing more foolish than to sacrifice a friendship to politics.

If a mother was Sacrifice personified, then a daughter was Guilt, with no possibility of redress.

If he invited her to come, then come she would, and offer him up her life.

a man who loses his privacy loses everything...a man who gives it up of his own free will is a monster

But all he could think of was what Sabina would have said about it. Everything he did, he did for Sabina, the way Sabina would have liked to see it done. It was a perfectly innocent form of infidelity and one eminently suited to Franz, who would never have done his bespectacled student-mistress any harm. He nourished the cult of Sabina more as a religion than as love

He who gives himself up like a prisoner of war must give up his weapons as well. And deprived in advance of defense against a possible blow, he cannot help wondering when the blow will fall.

A young woman forced to keep drunks supplied with beer and siblings with clean underwear -instead of being allowed to pursue something higher- stores up great reserves of vitality, a vitality never dreamed of by university students yawning over their books.

Al final del verdadero amor está la muerte y sólo un amor que termina en muerte es amor

I believe that in matters of the heart there is no such thing as compromise. Love means that you give each other everything.

He who gives himself up like a prisoner of war must give up his weapons as well. And deprived in advance of defense against a possible blow, he cannot help wondering when the blow will fall. That is why I can say that for Franz, love meant the constant expectation of a blow.

perhaps all the questions we ask for love, to measure, test, prob, and save it, have the additional effect of cutting it short. Perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved. that is, we demand something (love) from our partner instead of delivering ourselves up to him demand-free and asking for nothing but his company

AÅŸk? ölçmek, s?namak, denemek ve kurtarmak için aÅŸka yönelttiÄŸimiz bütün bu sorular belki de her ÅŸeyin yan?s?ra aÅŸk? k?saltmaya da yar?yor. Belki de sevemememizin nedeni çok sevmek istememiz, yani kar??m?zdaki kiÅŸiden hiçbir istekte bulunmaks?z?n, ondan onunla birlikte olmaktan baÅŸka bir ÅŸey istemeksizin kendimizi ona verecek yerde ondan bir ÅŸey (aÅŸk) talep etmemizdir.

he realized that the path of love, which Bertlef had suggested, was closed to him; it was the path of saints, not of ordinary men.

How was she to reconcile men's desire with the desire to be beautiful in their eyes? At first she had tried for a compromise (desperate journeys abroad, where nobody knew her and no indiscretion could betray her); then, later on, she had gone radical and sacrificed her erotic life to her beauty.

It would be so simple to find peace in the world of fantasy. But I've always tried to live in the two worlds at the same time without giving up one for the other. I must not give up the real world even though I am losing everything in it. Perhaps it will be enough in the end if I manage one thing. One last thing: To hand over my life as a clear message to the one person able to understand it and carry it on.