Quotes About Selflessness

He wouldn't have done this before, you know. He used to have more sense than to risk his neck for someone else. Especially strangers. The numbskull." Kathleen smiled. Swallowing back the tightness in her throat, she reached out and smoothed his hair back. "My dear friend," she whispered, "I'm sorry to have to say this…but you would have done the same thing.

I'm doing all this for Luke's sake. And yours." "For my sake?" Startled out of my rising anger, I gave him a round-eyed glance. "There's not much I wouldn't do for you, Ella," he said quietly. "Haven't you figured that out yet?" -Jack & Ella

In the end, I cared about him so much that I just thought he deserved someone who loved him more than I did.

Help them to show the world that our greatness is not in things we do for ourselves, but in things we do for others.

Real love isn't a payment. It isn't a response to your accomplishments or anything else. It's a gift without strings.

Father, help these young people to see. Help them to show the world that our greatness is not in things we do for ourselves, but in things we do for others. In power that channels itself into kindness, in a hand outstretched in love.

Help them to show the world that our greatness is not in things we do for ourselves, but in things we do for others. In power that channels itself into kindness, in a hand outstretched in love. Be with

show the world that our greatness is not in things we do for ourselves, but in things we do for others.

Father, help these young people to see. Help them to show the world that our greatness is not in things we do for ourselves, but in things we do for others.

Long ago I yearned to be a hero without knowing, in truth, what a hero was. Now, perhaps, I understand it a little better. A grower of turnips or a shaper of clay, a Commot farmer or a king--every man is a hero if he strives more for others than for himself alone. Once you told me that the seeking counts more than the finding. So, too, must the striving count more than the gain.

There is no vanity so damaging to a man's character as pride over his good deeds!

Yes, we need to be active Christians, walking through doors that are open to us. But sometimes we break the doors down, say they were already open, and even use God's name to defend ourselves, defiling his character with misinterpretations of His word. We do these things to meet her own needs instead of trusting Him.

It is more blessed to give than to receive." (Acts 30:35)

I'm just an everyday kind of hero. If the everyday kind saves babies from burning buildings and looks hotter than hell in bunker gear.

She was thinking about the other part of Carollynn's story. The part about giving something back. Mom has always taught us that , she thought. What Carollynn is saying is the same thing. You get what you give in life. And sometimes you have to give it back, too.

Given courage and ability and a favorable set of circumstances, there is no greater way to [acquire] influence than to be free of personal ambition.

If a woman has to choose between catching a fly ball and saving an infant's life, she will choose to save the infant's life without even considering if there are men on base.   —Dave Barry

Love is another kind of power, which shouldn't surprise you. Magic comes from emotions, among other things. And when two people are together, in that intimacy, when they really, selflessly love each other it changes them both. It lingers on in the energy of their lives, even when they are apart.

Faith is about what you do. It's about aspiring to be better and nobler and kinder than you are. It's about making sacrifices for the good of others-- even when there's not going to be anyone telling you what a hero you are.

Ease off the martyr throttle.

For the good of the people, some must place themselves in harm's way. Some must pledge their courage and their lives to protect the community.

Shiro died. There was nothing pretty about it. There was no dignity to it. He'd been brutalized and savagely murdered - and he'd allowed it to happen to him in my place. But when he died, there was a small, contended smile on his face. Maybe the smile of someone who had run his course without wavering from it. Someone who had served something greater than himself. Who had given up his life willingly, if not gladly.

Faith is about what you do. It's about aspiring to be better and nobler and kinder than you are. It's about making sacrifices for the good of others—even when there's not going to be anyone telling you what a hero you are.

She could be a pain in the ass, but she was one gutsy chick. Her kids were lucky to have a mother like her. A lot of moms would say that they would die for their children. Charity had placed herself squarely in harm's way to do exactly that.