Quotes About Selflessness

If you are afraid for your life, you don't think about others. You think only about the people you love, and even that may not be enough.

We all have freedom of choice. Over and over again, minute by minute. How will you live your life? For yourself Or for others? For something good? For love? Love.

If you both care for each other more than you care for yourself, your marriage will endure all.

Parenthood wasn't about blood or biology, he found; it was about a joyful willingness to give yourself over, to subordinate your own needs for someone else's. When you loved your kids, you'd give up everything to keep them safe and make them happy, and you didn't care about the other things, the ones that went away.

We give because we love, not because we fear. When we give with love, we can disconnect from how things are received. Only the act of pure giving is important.

Every man is a hero if he strives more for others than for himself alone.

A grower of turnups Or shaper of clay, a commot Farmer or a king-Every man is a hero if he strives more for others than for himself alone.

man is a hero if he strives more for others than for himself alone. Once," he added, "you told me that the seeking counts more than the finding. So, too, must the striving count more than the gain.

He wept because he was afraid now that he could not save Gabriel. He no longer cared about himself

All of his strength and blood and breath were entering the earth now. His brain and spirit became part of the earth. He rose. He floated above, weightless, watching his human self labor and writhe. He gave himself to it willingly, traded himself for all that he loved and valued, and felt free.

From another: ". . . Jonas was kind of like Jesus because he took the pain for everyone else in the community so they wouldn't have to suffer. And, at the very end of the book, when Jonas and Gabe reached the place that they knew as Elsewhere, you described Elsewhere as if it were heaven.

You try to give away what you want yourself.

He wanted to know what I saw in you. I told him... he paused again, and then continued almost shyly, that you poured out honor like a fountain, all around you. That's weird. I don't feel full of honor, or anything else, except maybe confusion. Naturally not. Fountains keep nothing for themselves.

I wanted—I wanted to serve something. To"—he raised his eyes to his father's, driven to a painful honesty—"to make my life an offering fit to lay at his feet." He shrugged. "Screwed up again." "Clay, boy." Count Vorkosigan's voice was hoarse but clear. "Only clay. Not fit to receive so golden a sacrifice." His voice cracked.

You must learn to give, from sufficiency, not only take, from neediness.

He wanted to know what I saw in you. I told him... he paused again, and continued almost shyly, that you poured out honor like a fountain, all around you. That's weird. I don't feel full of honor, or anything else, except maybe confusion. Naturally not. Fountains keep nothing for themselves.

it indicates a deep confusion of thinking to mistake one's own discomfort for a benefit to another.

Kelly should have been your sister, Rowdy. If I hadn't been so stupid, I wouldn't have lost Maria all those years ago. She chose the lover willing to love just her, rather than his own selfishness. Willing to give her all of himself, without the childish need to have it all his own way.

The key to marriage, she concluded, was just not to take the thing too personally.

We grew up to expect hardship and war. But a woman? I'd seen them follow their men to war, seen them seeking over battlefields to find their lonely dead, or the wounded who would die but for them. I have seen a woman pick up a man and carry him off the field to a place where he might have care.

Love is different from most things...when I give my love to someone, I end up with more love than I started with. The more love you give away, the more you have left.

Love is different from most things. [...] If I gave my piece of chalk to someone, then I wouldn't have it anymore. But when I give my love to someone, I end up with more love than I started with. The more love you give away, the more love you have left.

El mundo esta lleno de mujeres como Beth, timidas y tranquilas, que aguardan sentadas en un rincon hasta que alguien las necesita, que se entregan a los demas con tanta alegria que nadie ve su sacrificio hasta que el pequeño grillo del hogar cesa de chirriar y la dulce soledad desaparece para dejar tras de si silencio y oscuridad.

What right have I to more gay gowns, when some poor babies have none; or to spend time making myself fine, while there is so much bitter want in the world?