Quotes About Sacrifice

But the soldiers would have gladly given up their beds to a woman." "Yes, and I hate them for it." She pushed him away. "It's the arrogance of men that leads them to sacrifice themselves. Not real consideration.

Least Convincing Denial over Eating One's Crew

That prisoner of society's world, That sacrifice to vanity, The blind slave of custom, That small-souled being isn't you.

I don't think I've had a holiday in my entire life that wasn't about my dad's work.

We cannot turn away," Miss Woolf told her, "we must get on with our job and we must bear witness." What did that mean, Ursula wondered. "It means," Miss Woolf said, "that we must remember these people when we are safely in the future." "And if we are killed?" "Then others must remember us .

I know California isn't a real destination. You can't get there from New Jersey, not simply by following a line drawn on a map. The process of arrival is more subtle and complex. It involves acts of contrition. You must appease the gods. You must find novel forms of penance. You must tattoo your children and look at the wonder. It's about conjuring and awakening and intuitions you wish you never had.

I would give up the unessential; I would give up my money, I would give up my life for my children; but I wouldn't give myself. I can't make it more clear; it's only something I am beginning to comprehend, which is revealing itself to me.

No whimpering, madam! You can't have the joys of motherhood without some of its pangs! Think of your blessings, and don't be a coward!—

Beauty and perfection do not guarantee grace and fulfillment and are always sacrificed. Life itself seems a ritual of sacrifice, and the world the alter on which plants and animals lay down their own lives for the sustenance of others, and on which we lay our youth, our well-being, our loved ones, and finally our lives. I am an ignorant woman who has sacrificed all of these things but the last, and cannot say for whom or what I perform this unrelenting ritual.

Self-hatred seems to me an evil thing in itself rather than an antidote to evil. If we practice self-hatred, then the sacrifice we make of ourselves and our lives is not sacred, for it is then a gift of something we hate rather than of something that we have nurtured and loved.

Shush sweet baby, I said, so tired, and mixed her gripe water with whiskey and dill weed, but it did no good, so I seen now why lullabies was all about cradles falling from trees, oh dear, when the wind blows, down will come baby, whoops too bad, but at least it's quiet.

One cannot always marry the person one loves...

the bravest act of war is love.

It's not fair . . . She's mine . . . She's always been mine," George whined deliriously. "No she's not," Jason spat. And then, he took the triptych from Mr. Ellis's hands. And looking into her eyes, handed it to Winn. "She never belonged to anyone but herself.

he prayed with them up to the very gallows if he could. 'It's the duty of any half-decent clergyman to walk into Hell itself,' he used to say. 'We're needed most where God is least.

As the Queen put it, 'The children will not leave unless I do. I shall not leave unless their father does, and the King will not leave the country under any circumstances whatsoever.

Being a mother has been my greatest teacher and also the most self-sacrificing thing I've ever done.

Nobody asks about Beethoven's mother's own life—a fairly miserable round of pregnancy, childbirth, and child death. Was Maria Magdalena Keverich van Beethoven put on earth only to produce her wunderkind? Might she have had gifts of her own that she never got to offer the world?

If you want to give up the admiration of thousands of men for the distain of one, go ahead, get married.

How wonderful are the women and men in the world who feed us. Especially those who feed us with no salary. The mothers—I thought. The wives.

I would have been a terrible mother because I'm basically a very selfish human being. Not that that has stopped most people going off and having children.

It seems to me I discovered what "I love you" really means. It means I put you and your interests and your comfort ahead of my own interests and my own comfort because I love you. What does this mean? I love you. What does this mean? Think. We use this expression very carelessly. LOVE has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get—only with what you are expecting to give—which is everything.

It seems to me I discovered what "I love you" really means. It means I put you and your interests and your comfort ahead of my own interests and my own comfort because I love you

I loved Spencer Tracy. He and his interests and his demands came first.