Quotes About Sacrifice

Tout homme qui n'accepte pas les conditions de la vie, vend son âme.

Mitä on rakkaus? Tarve tulla ulos itsestään. Ihminen on palvova eläin. Palvominen on itsensä uhraamista ja prostituoimista. Niin on kaikki rakkaus prostituutiota. Kaikista olennoista prostituoiduin on korkein olento, Jumala, koska hän on jokaisen yksilön ylin ystävä, koska hän on rakkauden yhteinen, ehtymätön lähde.

There are no great men save the poet, the priest, and the soldier. The man who sings, the man who offers up sacrifice, and the man who sacrifices himself. The rest are born for the whip. Let us beware of the People, of common-sense, good-nature, inspiration, and evidence.

Înger al frumuseÈ›ii,È™tii feÈ›ele zbârcite, ?i groaza b?trâneÈ›ii È™i zbuciumul cumplit De-a mai citi în ochii ce cu-ochii i-am sorbit, Dezgustu-ascuns c?-atâtea iubiri au fost jertfite? Înger al frumuseÈ›ii,È™tii feÈ›ele zbârcite?

I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love, and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me.

If you're going to try, go all the way. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs and maybe your mind.

She had wild eyes, slightly insane. She also carried an overload of compassion that was real enough and which obviously cost her something.

the price of creation is never too high. the price of living with other people always is.

You gotta find what you like and let it kill you.

Love is not a candle burning down. Life is. And love and life are not the same or else Love, having choice, nobody would ever die.

No pain means the end of feeling; each of our joys is a bargain with the devil.

The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left.

I´ve given you my time. Its all I´ve got to give - its all any man has. And for a pitiful buck and a quarter an hour.

Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme disgust. Van, whores don't want ears they want money. I guess that's why you were such a great painter: you didn't understand much else.

I only want the sky to burn me more and more burn me out so that the sun begins at 6 in the morning and goes past midnight

love means eventual pain victory means eventual defeat

The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole goddamned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidate who reminded them most of themselves.

But it's all the little people, Buk, the twenty-five-buck-a-week guys who gave up everything to keep the thing going. The guys with cardboard in their shoes. The guys who slept on the floor.

roll the dice if you're going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don't get into it. if you're going to try, go all the way. this could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs and maybe your mind. go all the way. it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days. it could mean freezing on a park bench. it could mean jail, alcoholism, it could mean derision, mockery, isolation.

Find what you love and let it kill you. a

what bargains we have made we have kept and as the dogs of the hours close in nothing can be taken from us but our lives.

My dear, find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, so if death is imminent, it is so much better to be killed by a lover.

Find what you love and let it kill you

For a man who had wanted to be happy he looked like a man who had lost two pawns in the early rounds of a chess match without gaining an advantage.