Quotes about Sacrifice

I was to be Martha, keeping busy with household chores in the background; she was to be Mary, laying pure devotion at Alex's feet. (Which does a man prefer? Bacon and eggs, or worship? Sometimes one, sometimes the other, depending how hungry he is.)

I want to keep on living, in any form. I resign my body freely, to the uses of others.

Once they tried to save something, others or their own souls.

What well-to-do and once-young, once-beautiful woman or man, cranked up on hormonal supplements and shot full of vitamins but hampered by the unforgiving mirror, wouldn't sell their house, their gated retirement villa, their kids, and their soul to get a second kick at the sexual can?

And when I go that way, grow fur, start howling, scratch at your airwaves: no matter who I claim I am or how I love you, turn the key. Bar the window.

Free love," Aunt Beatrice said scornfully. "It's never free. There's always a price.

We must all make sacrifices in order to help other people," she said in a soothing tone. "Men must make sacrifices in war, and women must make sacrifices in other ways. That is how things are divided.

God isn't what they say," she said. She said you could believe in Gilead or you could believe in God, but not both.

I'm so thankful for the active obedience of Christ. No hope without it.

When we place our discontented egos on the altar of gratitude, we develop contented altar egos filled with thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving speaks in clear, crisp tones of forgotten terms, like integrity - bravery - respect - freedom - discipline - sacrifice - godliness.

I surrendered unto Him all there was of me; everything! Then for the first time I realized what it meant to have real power.