sacrifice

poor boy! I never knew you, Yet I think I could not refuse this moment to die for you, if that would save you

There is not a day or night but a doe offers her life for her kittens, or some honest captain of Owsla his life for his Chief Rabbit's. Sometimes it is taken, sometimes it is not. But there is no bargain, for here, what is, is what must be.

Bushido is realized in the presence of death. This means choosing death whenever there is a choice between life and death. There is no other reasoning.

Wait," said Butler. "Just wait, Holly. Artemis has a plan." He squinted through the green dome. "What is your plan, Artemis?"All Artemis could do was smile and shrug.

My father told me once that the most important thing every man should know is what he would die for.

They never fail who die in a great cause.

Perhaps there is nothing greater on earth than the sacrifice of youth and beauty, often of high birth, made by the gentle sex in order to work in hospitals for the relief of human misery, the sight of which is so revolting to our delicacy. Peoples separated from the Roman religion have imitated but imperfectly so generous a charity.

Blessed with the love of a good man, I felt equal to anything - even the prospect of living out my days in the Antipodes.

The doctrine that future happiness depends upon belief is monstrous. It is the infamy of infamies. The notion that faith in Christ is to be rewarded by an eternity of bliss, while a dependence upon reason, observation and experience merits everlasting pain, is too absurd for refutation, and can be relieved only by that unhappy mixture of insanity and ignorance, called "faith." What man, who ever thinks, can believe that blood can appease God? And yet, our entire system of religion is based upon that belief. The Jews pacified Jehovah with the blood of animals, and according to the Christian system, the blood of Jesus softened the heart of God a little, and rendered possible the salvation of a fortunate few. It is hard to conceive how the human mind can give assent to such terrible ideas, or how any sane man can read the Bible and still believe in the doctrine of inspiration.

My sister is there with, probably, the most dangerous people on this city! You have a little sister?___o.___hen you don__ have any right to tell me what I suposse to sacrifice if it__ for my sister__ sake!___wen...___he__ the only younger sibling I have. If something happens to her, I don__ see any reason why should I keep alive on this freaking Earth!

...often, stepping outside your comfort zone is not careless irresponsibility, but a necessary act of obedience.

People don't want words, as seductive, pleasant and warming as they can be. People want to see that they're worth some sacrifice or some great deed. And it's not that people are always worth it, it's that love is.

War is hell, but sometimes in the midst of that hell men do things that heaven itself must be proud of. A hand grenade is hurled into a group of men. One of the men throws himself on top of it, making his body a living shield. In the burst of wild fire he dies, and the others live. Heroism is only a word, often a phony one. This is an action for which there is no good word because we can hardly even imagine it, let alone give it its proper name. Very literally, one man takes death into his bowels, takes fire into his own sweet flesh, so that the other men can take life, some of them men he hardly knows.

When civilians are not asked to pay any price, it's easy to be at war - not just to intervene in a foreign land in the first place, but to keep on fighting there. The justifications for staying at war don't have to be particularly rational or cogently argued when so few Americans are making the sacrifice that it takes to stay.

Right now he was nothing but a physically hurt man who had been through hell and back, clinging to his promise. __e be... together. More than just... few... hours. Wanna die... with you. Not... alone._ Fought to stay awake, needed to spend every second with Vadim while he could.Vadim kissed that hand again, looked up. __e won__ die. We'll never die. I promise. He__ promise anything, meant it, would die defending this man, would live and die and suffer for him.

If I _ as a beneficiary of that exact formula _ will concede that my own life was indeed enriched by that precise familial structure, will the social conservatives please (for once!) concede that this arrangement has always put a disproportionately cumbersome burden on women? Such a system demands that mothers become selfless to the point of near invisibility in order to construct these exemplary encironments for their families. And might those same social conservatives _ instead of just praising mothers as __acred_ and __oble_ _ be willing to someday join a larger conversation about how we might work together as a society to construct a world where healthy children can be raised and healthy families can prosper without women have to scrape bare the walls of their own souls to do so?

Sacrifice is the surrender of that which you value in favor of which you dont

The thing about a marine is that they can be the nicest men and women you will ever meet, but when it comes to their duty there are none fiercer.