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Quotes about Sacrifice

'Twould be as much as my life was worth.
— Laurence Sterne
When God wanted to defeat sin, His ultimate weapon was the sacrifice of His own Son. On Christmas Day two thousand years ago, the birth of a tiny baby in an obscure village in the Middle East was God's supreme triumph of good over evil.
— Charles Colson
I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.
— Charles Dickens
Family not only need to consist of merely those whom we share blood, but also for those whom we'd give blood.
— Charles Dickens
I'll tell you," said she, in the same hurried passionate whisper, "what real love it. It is blind devotion, unquestioning self-humiliation, utter submission, trust and belief against yourself and against the whole world, giving up your whole heart and soul to the smiter - as I did!
— Charles Dickens
There is a man who would give his life to keep a life you love beside you.
— Charles Dickens
For you, and for any dear to you, I would do anything. I would embrace any sacrifice for you and for those dear to you. And when you see your own bright beauty springing up anew at your feet, think now and then that there is a man who would give his life, to keep a life you love beside you.
— Charles Dickens
Family need not be defined merely as those with whom we share blood, but as those for whom we would give our blood.
— Charles Dickens
When you see your own bright beauty springing up anew at your feet, think now and then that there is a man who would give his life, to keep a life you love beside you.
— Charles Dickens
The important thing is this: to be ready at any moment to sacrifice what you are for what you could become.
— Charles Dickens
The supposed Evremonde descends, and the seamstress is lifted out next after him. He has not relinquished her patient hand in getting out, but still holds it as he promised. He gently places her with her back to the crashing engine that constantly whirrs up and falls, and she looks into his face and thanks him.
— Charles Dickens
On the steps of a church, awaiting the coming-up of the tumbrils, stands the Spy and prison-sheep. He looks into the first of them: not there. He looks into the second: not there. He already asks himself, "Has he sacrificed me?" when his face clears, as he looks into the third. "Which is Evremonde?" says a man behind
— Charles Dickens