Quotes About Sacrifice

Sometimes you must seem to hurt something in order to do good for it.

Firemen never die, they just burn forever in the hearts of the people whose lives they saved.

For all your talk, you don't know the first thing about love." Tears spilled over her lashes and rolled down her cheeks. She slipped the chain that held his Super Bowl ring over her head and pressed it into his palm. "I love you, Bobby Tom, and I'll love you till the day I die. But I've never been for sale. I was a free offering all along.

I got on my knees once for love, and I don't recommend it.

A rubbish word. One he hardly ever used. The word had no moral weight. A person didn't need courage for "nice." "Nice" called for no sacrifice, no strength of character. If only all he'd ever had to do was be nice . . .

There wasn't much left at the end of the month for her favorite luxuries—great clothes and hardback books, but she didn't mind. She bargain-shopped and used the library.

Family is family, and business is business. I love the boy, but not that much." "Who are you kidding?" Heath had said. "You'd walk over coals for him." "Yes, but I'd leave my checkbook behind while I was doing it.

When did we get the idea that disposable marriages were all right? Shouldn't people have figured out by now that it's not going to be easy? Marriage takes hard work. It takes sacrifice and commitment." -- Dr. Isabel Favor, America's diva of self-help.

Ya no te amo —susurró ella—. No te amo en absoluto. A él se le puso un nudo en la garganta. —No importa, cariño. Yo tengo amor suficiente por los dos.

She (Daisy) dug her nails into her palms and told herself she had no choice. "I, Theodosia..." She gulped for air. "...take thee Alexander..." She gulped again. "...to be my awful wedded husband...

And just as this illness changed his life, and hers, and Claudette's and their house on rue de l'Agneau, so it changed that old, cracked globe. It felt different in her hands--smaller. She'd hold it like an egg that could break under her touch. Because now Jeanne's mind could not be on future of foreign countries, it had to be on the cutting up of food, the emptying of chamber pots. Her life moved around her father, and loving him more closely--and how could she resent this?

But you've brought him happiness, Eponine; he is happy because of you — and that was my only comfort as I cried and cried, feeling so lonely, in my house of leaves.

Perfectionist parents seem to operate under the illusion that if they can just get their children to be perfect, they will be a perfect family. They put the burden of stability on the child to avoid facing the fact that they, as parents, cannot provide it. The child fails and becomes the scapegoat for family problems. Once again, the child is saddled with the blame.

But teaching VBS may actually be a more painful way to my grave.

That's what love does. It doesn't stop to consider the cost. It just...acts. Puts itself out there.

Love gives us power, makes us risk everything we have, everything we are. Love is not for the weak. It's for the strong.

This was love. Love showed up. Love stayed. Love sacrificed.

How she loved a man who would fit his life around the seasoning needs of a fish.

I will always come for you. No matter what. I. Choose. You.

Today, we save lives.

Nothing worth having comes without a price.

She knew right then...she too knew real love. that kid of love that forgave again and kept showing up, loving her when she didn't have the courage to love back. Love pursued. Love forgave. Love believed. Love sacrificed.~ Jess (pg 287)

Oh, she knew it. Apparently, she had a type. The kind of men who didn't care what trouble—or death—might be waiting for them. Who turned their face to it and charged ahead. The kind of men who died for what they believed in. The kind of men who would break her heart.

I want you to know that love is not a person. It is not of this earth at all. It wasn't until now that I realized I had mistakenly come to believe that love came from a place inside me and therefore had to protect that place. It comes from heaven, Eleanor. It is given to us not to hold on to or hide from, but to give away.