#sacrifice

There is no sense to a sacrifice after you come to feel that it is a sacrifice. ↗

— Stefan Zweig

#come #feel #sacrifice #sense #you

I see enormous loves growing immense and finally crushing me. ↗

— Anaïs Nin

#pain #sacrifice #love

What about you?You stay by my side day and night and take the hardest hits of them all.Why,Will?Why have you stayed with me all these centuries?You watch me die again and again,yet you never leave. You keep trying to save me, even though you know I'm doomed. All because some angel told you to?Come on.No more secrets,you said.Tell me. ↗

— Courtney Allison Moulton

#sacrifice #love

To love a woman for her virtues is meaningless. She's earned it, it's a payment, not a gift. But to love her for her vices is a real gift, unearned and undeserved. To love her for her vices is to defile all virtue for her sake - and that is a real tribute of love, because you sacrifice your conscience, your reason, your integrity and your invaluable self-esteem. ↗

— Ayn Rand

#sacrifice #vices #virtue #love

I do not say that I could never be persuaded to sacrifice my reputation to passion- only that it would take a great deal. ↗

— Jude Morgan

#passion #sacrifice #love

I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion-- I have shuddered at it, I shudder no more. I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet. ↗

— John Keats

#martyrdom #self-sacrifice #love

Akin to the idea that time is money is the concept, less spoken but as commonly assumed, that we may be adequately represented by money. The giving of money has thus become our characteristic virtue. But to give is not to do. The money is given in lieu of action, thought, care, time. ↗

— Wendell Berry

#money #self-sacrifice #money

Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#love #self-sacrifice #death

My death will not be penciled on someone's calendar. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#richelle-mead #rose-hathaway #death

How often the priest had heard the same confession--Man was so limited: he hadn't even the ingenuity to invent a new vice: the animals knew as much. It was for this world that Christ had died: the more evil you saw and heard about you, the greater the glory lay around the death; it was too easy to die for what was good or beautiful, for home or children or civilization--it needed a God to die for the half-hearted and the corrupt. ↗

— Graham Greene

#corruption #death #evil #glory #god