Quotes About Sacrifice

Is he dead? [Hero Devlin] Alexi knelt in the snow beside the still body. Not yet. But he will be soon. Hero sucked in a deep breath tainted with the stench of fresh blood and burning fur. Good. Alexi looked up at her. Your muff is on fire. Drat, said Hero, dropping the flaming fur into the melting snow. I just purchased it.

And because she loved him so much, because she would always love him, she forced herself to say what needed to be said, although the words tore open every old bleeding wound she'd hidden away so deep within her. "And I would do it again," she whispered, "because you are who you are, while I am . . . what I am." His

The cat's sophisticated personae are masks of an advanced theatricality. Priests and god its own cult, the cat follows a code of ritual purity, cleaning itself religiously. Priest and god of its own cult, the car sacrifices to itself and may share its ceremonies with the elect. [...] The cat is the least Christian inhabitant of the entire home.

he said, he didn't know what to do. He couldn't move forward. He thought, they should move on. He started crying. Not for himdelf, for her. He'd rescued her from her lousy life, and now he was throwing her back. He felt like a shit for doing it, for things having to be that way, for not being able to give her what she wanted. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her. The only part that wasn't in the manual, was her response: She started to laugh. Oh, give me a break, she said.

he said, he didn't know what to do. He couldn't move forward. He thought, they should move on. He started crying. Not for himdelf, for her. He'd rescued her from her lousy life, and now he was throwing her back. He felt like a shit for doing it, for things having to be that way, for not being able to gove her what she wanted. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her. The only part that wasn't in the manual, was her response: She started to laugh. Oh, give me a break, she said.

Maybe you can't have it both ways. His life and your life. How do you put two lives together, anyway?

Anyone can win if they know what they want and they focus on it. And if they're willing to make sacrifices. I always tell my clients there are no free shoes.

In a divine paradox, suffering is a gift, for it is through suffering that we become sacrificial, self-giving lovers of others and of God (Phil 1:29; 2 Tim 2:10-11).

The sitting President of the United States was a soulless imbecile who hated the outdoors, but in Angie's view, at this point Teddy Roosevelt himself couldn't turn the tide if he came back from the dead. All the treasured wilderness that had been sacrificed at the altar of growth was gone for all time. More disappeared every day; nothing ever changed except the speed of destruction, and only because there were fewer pristine pieces to sell off, carve up and pave.

set the conversation to Mozart's Offertory in D Minor, "Misericordias Domini.

There's a light that can make finding a thing look more than faintly like falling across it—you must kneel, make an offering. I threw my compass away years ago. I have passed through that light. —Carl Phillips, from "That it Might Save, or Drown Them", Wild is the West (?Farrar, Straus and Giroux (January 23, 2018)

If we are to send people, it must be for a very good reason - and with a realistic understanding that almost certainly we will lose lives. Astronauts and Cosmonauts have always understood this. Nevertheless, there has been and will be no shortage of volunteers.

In human history there a precious few whose memory we revere because they knowingly sacrificed themselves for others. For each of them, there are multitudes who did nothing.

John 6:53) "Except ye eat the flesh of the Son of man, and drink his blood, ye have no life in you.

You two had something that had to be kept on ice, yes, incorruptible, yes!--and death was the only icebox where you could keep it....

Sometimes a man has got to hock his sweet used-to-be in order to finance his present situation...

I stayed and fought for it, bled for it, almost died for it.

Me duele muchísimo el epnsar que, la amable, la divina elegancia del cuerpo, es una ladrona linda y vil que para bien adornarse dejó el alma sin ropas ni pan, sumida en la miseria.

I wanted to prove myself worthy of the girl I loved. I wanted to be able to return and lay not only my heart, but the world, at her feet.

Some men still haven't come home from this war. And some men never will.

For the first time, she understood why one deceptively simple act drove women to court ruin and men to risk everything. She understood why sonnets were written and duels were fought and lives were lost, all for the sake of the magic that was made when a man and woman came together, moving as one in the shadows of the night.

You can't just check out and think it will all be over. It won't be over for anyone who loves you. You'll only leave them to run after the pieces that scatter in the angry wind. You'll leave them desperately trying to solve the problems you wouldn't . . . all while plugging their own wounds. Even if you're like me, single without children, you could impact generations. Is quick relief worth it?

Darlene died doing what she loved, which was trying to stay alive.

When you can do that, little Wren, when you can accept the wearing down and the eroding, then you can do anything. How did I manage to keep going out nights? I just told myself I didn't matter all that much—that those in here mattered more. You know something? It's not so hard really. You just have to get past the fear.