Antonym For Sacrifice Novels & Stories

The particular threat of someone who could burn the Hall to ash and was choosing to speak instead. “Victory built on unwilling sacrifice is not victory. It is theft. It is murder dressed in rhetoric. The god of wisdom asks what may be sacrificed for victory and what must never be. I say this: the only thing you have the right to sacrifice is yourself. Your comfort. Your safety. Your life, if you choose. But never another’s. Never the innocent’s. Never the outcast’s, simply because their blood is cheaper than yours and their screams don’t reach your ears.”

“Volunteering to become a death sentence because it’s better than being erased. That’s not true sacrifice, that’s choosing lesser evil.” “Does motivation matter if outcome saves death?” the Witness asks. Original Death has an opinion on this. “Sacrifice must be willing and selfless to anchor concept properly,” it states. “If Death-Aware collective volunteers from self-preservation rather than genuine sacrifice, the anchor won’t hold. Death concept needs pure willing sacrifice or it remains unstable.” The Death-Aware are silent, their motivation exposed. Donald finally admits the truth. “You’re right,” he says. “We’re volunteering because becoming death is better than cessation. That’s not pu

[Juliet's POV] The system continued. [Terms of Sacrifice: You will have to offer up your entire soul, Jeffrey. Upon a successful sacrifice, time will turn back to a week before the apocalypse.] [The cost: You and Lucas will cease to exist entirely. Every trace of both of you will be wiped out from all realities. No one will remember either of you, including Juliet.] I froze. As it turned out, Lucas' sacrifice was only in exchange for my soul to be completely restored. And for me to actually be reborn, Jeffrey, too, had to pay the price of having his soul shattered.

“I’m actually pretty new to all this magical stuff. But I can’t let you threaten my mom. That’s not fair—and it’s certainly not right.” “Fair and right are concepts that do not apply where our sacred mission is concerned,” Jones said. “We serve the larger good and take a longer view of our work. If a few innocents must suffer—or even perish—so that we can further our mission, then so be it. The sacrifice is well worth it.” “Or so you delude yourselves,” Dominic said disdainfully from behind Leesa. “As your kind have done for hundreds of years.” Jones’ eyes flicked toward Dominic. “So, you know about us, then?”

That is how to make the people left breathing be saved for the next human race. It has been an enormous quest for Sarah and Grace. They are facing the greatest battle of their life, between good and evil. They stood brave against the power of will. They knew that this would never be possible without the sacrifice of the scientists and their humanoid friends who strived so hard for the survival of mankind. It was never easy to pursue what could mean a sacrifice of their life for the benefit of others. These two women were able to survive their life be a "sacrificial- lamb."

I've never seen Devin anything other than composed, to watch him so distressed is strange. I stand my ground, refusing to acknowledge how thoughtless it was. He's right, of course. This evidence would arm the Council with more ammunition to banish me. Still, it had to be done. "He was sent to murder you. What was I supposed to do, let him live?" My hands raise of their own volition, gesticulating as I make my point. "Yes!" Devin answers exasperatedly. I notice how his body shakes as the argument continues. "How noble of you to sacrifice your life for that rat," I retort with venom. My voice climbs a few octaves, driven by his naivety.

Even though I knew the outcome could hurt her in some way, I still couldn't not go through with it because my sense of justice wouldn't let me. Where some would see room for a grey area, I only see in black and white. Right is right, and wrong is wrong. So even though she may come to a point where she's willing to forgive Felix for his monumental screwups, I can't and won't. Doesn't that make me monstrous? The fact that I'm willing to sacrifice her feelings because I can't overlook my own.

he says. I sit up right and stand dusting invisible lint off my jacket, great here comes the fun part. I motion Marco forward, “Surely you taught your son that nothing comes free in life”. Marco clears his throat and looks towards his children, his expression grim and tone deep when he says, “In return of Roman’s gracious decision we will need to pay it back” his voice fills with deep remorse when he turns towards Elena and says, “You will be marrying Roman Russo”.

“No.” I don’t look at him. “You already know what it needs.” His voice drops to a dangerous growl. “I said no.” “This isn’t sacrifice,” I say quietly. “It’s stewardship.” “That’s a prettier word for the same damn thing.” I finally meet his eyes. “It’s not,” I say. “Sacrifice takes without consent and gives nothing back. This gives connection. Rotation. Limits.” The Mark warms slightly, responding to the truth.

This wasn't dirty money—it was money I'd earned by trading away my freedom for the rest of my life. I closed my eyes, no longer willing to explain anything. I asked, "What do you want? As long as I have it, I can give it to you."