sacrifice

What moved me was the theme of the harmony which is born only of sacrifice, the twofold experience of love. It's not a question of mutual love: what nobody seems to understand is that love can only be one-sided, that no other love exists, that in any other form it is not love. If it involves less than total giving, it is not love. It is impotent; for the moment, it is nothing.

The Victorians lost a few workers in everything they built, rather like a votive offering.

Good tells us that our agenda is the agenda of the person next to us.

I dun knw things get trappedIn my mindThen itss smethin That I wanna find I dun get the answer Is there anyone listenin to me No one there to seeTo see the pain and the agony Inside ur beautiful heartTo see that u kissed the painAnd kicked everythin apart

All great things worth having require great sacrifice worth giving.

Men have sacrificed so much for their beliefs. Country. Kings. Queens. Political systems. God. Love . It doesn__ seem very noble to simply let something you believe in, someone you love, just walk away. To give up without a fight.

We sacrifice our potential because we do not know that we are pure potential.

Sacrifice is the ecstasy of giving the best we have to the One we love most.

Life is one sick joke after another, I'm discovering. Because it hardly seems fair that it should hurt so much to finally get exactly what I've been wishing for.

He gave his life to save the thing that mattered most to him: his Clanmates,_ he meowed softly. __e truly has the stars at his paws now. You will see him again, when it is time.

To get a lot money, it's a lot of shit you sacrifice.

Who stands fast? Only the man whose final standard is not his reason, his principles, his conscience, his freedom, or his virtue, but who is ready to sacrifice all this when he is called to obedient and responsible action in faith and in exclusive allegiance to God- the responsible man, who tries to make his whole life an answer to the question and call of God. Where are these responsible people?

For a thought to manifest on the earth realm, a sacrifice must occur.

That is what revolutionaries do. We sacrifice ourselves to save others.

There was no feeling of dedication because it was absolutely involuntary. I do not doubt that if the Marines had asked for volunteers for an impossible campaign such as Guadalcanal, almost everyone now fighting would have stepped forward. But that is sacrifice; that is voluntary. Being expended robs you of the exultation, the self-abnegation, the absolute freedom of self-sacrifice. Being puts one in the role of victim rather than sacrificer, and there is always something begrudging in this. I doubt if Isaac would have accepted the knife of his father, Abraham, entirely without reproach; yet, for the same master, he would have gladly gone to his death a thousand times. The world is full of the sacrifice of heroes and martyrs, but there was only one Victim.

[regarding the sacrifice] It was all very professionally done, even to a man whose religion consisted mostly of half formed and unanswered questions, it was strangely reassuring.

And so she cut out her heart and offered it as a sacrifice. She would pay whatever price her mother Wallachia demanded.__ake me prince,_ she said without feeling.

Put your Isaac on the altar! Then, and only then, will you see what God can do. He cannot give back what you do not give up. But if you surrender yourself to Him, He will provide the ram in the thicket.