2,312 Quotes About Sacrifice

I don't mean to imply that I have found God in money burning. Actually, what I found there is NOTHING. But somehow I've come to understand, appreciate, gain an awareness of - none of these terms describe the experience properly - that NOTHING is sacred; that to create NOTHING from something, to put NOTHING into a university is made of things, is a sacred action, in and of itself.

I don't mean to imply that I have found God in money burning. Actually, what I found there is NOTHING. But somehow I've come to understand, appreciate, gain an awareness of - none of these terms describe the experience properly - that NOTHING is sacred; that to create NOTHING from something, to put NOTHING into a universe made of things, is a sacred action, in and of itself.

In reality, a gift is nothing more than the wrappings within which I have placed myself.

Why don't people ask us about our hope? The answer is probably that we look as if we hope in the same things they do. Our lives don't look like they are on the Calvary road, stripped down for sacrificial love, serving others with the sweet assurance that we don't need to be rewarded in this life.

If gazelles had a religion and the lion was their god they could, in order to appease his appetite, voluntarily surrender one of their number to him. This is exactly what happens among men: religious sacrifice springs from a state of crowd fear. It serves to halt the pursuit and, for a while, stil the hunger of the hostile power.

Our talent is not a gift, rather a curse… We are to be scorned by our own society, feared that we might use our powers against them. What can be worse to a person than to be shunned away by their own kind? For a skill so grand, we pay a huge price – we remain alone in this vast world.

If she loved him the way she said she did, she wanted him whole. Maybe this was what love meant after all: sacrifice and selflessness. It did not mean hearts and flowers and a happy ending, but the knowledge that another's well-being is more important than one's own.

I tolerate humanity's crush in order to be allowed to write. I behave beautifully so that I have paper, pens, and occasional access to a computer. I suffer for my art.

Satisfaction is also a matter of sacrifice