Quotes About Sacrifice

Is there anything love couldn't make us do? --MARTIAL, C.E. C.40-104

He said love is the willingness to put the happiness and evolution of the person you love before your own. Even if it means giving them up.

But he didn't need to seek visual confirmation of what he'd just heard to know she had. And the truth was, he couldn't blame her. He'd not have let her die, either. He'd have moved mountains. He'd have battled God or Devil for his wife's life. She'd betrayed him. He smiled faintly.

It's our actions that define us. What we choose. What we resist. What we're willing to die for.

Och, woman," he said softly, "you show me Heaven and ask me to revisit Hell? Not now, sweet Jessica. Now is for us. No grim thoughts. Only us .

They're called shortcuts for a reason. The shorter they are, the more they usually cut. Nothing is without price.

Dying for someone isn't the hard thing. The man that dies escapes. Plain and simple. Game over. End of pain. Alina was the lucky one. Try living for someone. Through it all-good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering.

I realized I would rather have a single night with you, even if it meant I was doomed to be bound to you, aching for you forever than not know such love.

You would deceive me for a single kiss." "I would raze worlds for a single kiss." "Try saving one, for far more than that.

He's trying not to laugh. I tell him I would have doomed mankind for him, and he tries not to laugh.

He will concede for her. Always only for her.

I would have bargained with the devil for you, too, lass," he said softly. "I'd have done anything too. I love you, Jessica. You are my one true mate, lass. Never forget that.

Because I knew the moment I saw you," he ground out savagely, her "I hate you" still ringing in his ears, "that in another life—a life where I didn't become a dark sorcerer—you were my wife. I cherished you. I adored you. I loved you until the end of time, Jessica MacKeltar. But I doona get to have that life. So I'll take you any fucking way I can get you. And I'll not apologize for one moment of it.

It's our actions that define us. What we choose. What we resist. What we're willing to die for.

Cages were funny things. Although I'd escaped with my body long ago, only recently had my heart finally broken free. Healed by the love of a man who'd been willing to sacrifice everything, even give me up if he had to, just to see me rise.

Try living for someone. Through it all—good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering. That's the hard thing.

You tried to barter with the devil himself for me, you crazy woman. Bloody hell, doona you ever risk your life for mine. Ever! Do you hear me?

Quod not cogit amor? (Is there anything love couldn't make us do?)

Oh, God, Drustan, she thought, you didn't go back in time. You sent me back to save you!

It was a risky thing he'd just done, of a certain, because if she never agreed, Drustan MacKeltar would ache endlessly for her. His heart trapped by the binding spell, he would sense her eternally, would love her eternally. But should she one day choose to freely give the words back, the bond would intensify a thousandfold. He could live for such a hope.

I have enormous respect for our military men and women, the everyday heroes who provide the security the rest of us enjoy. I don't like them in front of that door.

Because you still believe you can have everything, his dark eyes say. You can't. We have nothing. Only the current moment. Once you understand that, you know what's sacred and not, and never lose sight of it again.

It was possible to love someone who was completely wrong for you. You could waste your entire life loving that person, doing enormous damage to each other and the world around you.

I don't fetch for humans!" But I'd cut the fucking moon out of the sky for her.