Quotes about Sacrifice

If I can't do what I want to do, then my job is to not do what I want to do. It's not the same thing, but it's the best thing I can do.

All moral choices are free choices. No one can be praised or blamed for an act in which they had no free choice. If they were forced to do it, then they can't get either credit or blame. Hence if God destroyed all freedom, He would be destroying all possibility to love, praise, and worship Him — to say nothing of destroying all possibility of our enjoying His or other people's love, praise, and sacrifice on our behalf.

In sacrificing for something worthwhile, you deeply strengthen your commitment to it.

Given that sacrifice deepens our commitment, it's important to ensure that what we sacrifice for is worthy of that commitment, as the church was for me and Annie. Perhaps nothing deserves sacrifice more than family—and not just that others should sacrifice for you, but that you should sacrifice for your family

In some way, suffering ceases to be suffering at the moment it finds a meaning, such as the meaning of a sacrifice.

suffering ceases to be suffering at the moment it finds a meaning, such as the meaning of a sacrifice.

In some way, suffering ceases to be suffering at the moment it finds a meaning, such as the meaning of a sacrifice. Of

It was in the nature of this sacrifice that it should appear to be pointless in the normal world, the world of material success.

That would be a glorious life, to addict oneself to perfection; to follow the curve of the sentence wherever it might lead, into deserts, under drifts of sand, regardless of lures, of seductions; to be poor always and unkempt; to be ridiculous in Piccadilly.

So boasting of her capacity to surround and protect, there was scarcely a shell of herself left for her to know herself by; all was so lavished and spent; and James, as he stood stiff between her knees, felt her rise in a rosy-flowered fruit tree laid with leaves and dancing boughs into which the beak of brass, the arid scimitar of his father, the egotistical man, plunged and smote, demanding sympathy.

She had a right to his arm, though it was without feeling. He would give her, who was so simple, so impulsive, only twenty-four, without friends in England, who had left Italy for his sake, a piece of bone.

I hear Jesus telling us to stop negotiating with Him, to stop offering something we think we have in exchange for His blessings.