Quotes About Sacrifice Novels & Stories

“…what sacrifice could be greater than letting go?” *

Zogo lifted his eyes and met the old man’s gaze. “Honor means nothing if it abandons those who rely on it,” he said firmly. “A man’s worth is measured by what he is willing to sacrifice for others.” A flicker crossed Don Victor’s face. Neither approval nor rejection of anything between the two. His lips curved slightly, the shadow of a smile. “Mmm. A noble answer. Many speak of sacrifice. Few understand its cost.” He leaned forward, the fire catching sharp in his eyes. “And if the cost is everything you hold dear, would you still pay it?”

Did this man not know that the more he talked the more he pissed me off? The group halted, all attention turned on me. The youngest soldier glued himself to the ground as he looked away to avoid my wrath. “Suicide,” I scoffed. “That is what I’m hearing from you. You want me to kill myself… and for what?” “Sacrifice.” He corrected gently as though he could make it easier with the gift of his old wisdom. “To sacrifice for the greater good.” I let out a sharp laugh, one without humor. “Sacrifice. Yes. Let me remind you what exactly we’ve sacrificed.”

I glared at Kincaid and retorted, "That's not stupid! They're heroes who died fighting for their families!" Kincaid said with a sneer, "Apart from praising them as heroes when you heard what I said, what else did they leave behind? How many people still remember them? Once death, there is nothing left. As long as the people are still alive, there is an infinite possibility. Their kind of sacrifice is just meaningless." I shook my head and said, "There is always something more important than life in this world. You will never understand."

"And if we don't use it, everyone dies. Children included." "So we sacrifice seven to maybe save hundreds? That's not strategy, that's cowardice dressed up as practicality." Garrett slammed his fist on the table, making everyone flinch. "It's not sacrifice if they volunteer," Captain Hendricks said quietly. "It's heroism." "Don't." Selara's voice cut through the noise like a blade. "Don't romanticize sending us to die. Call it what it is. You're scared, and you're looking for someone else to pay the price for your survival."

“Who gave you the power to define what sacrifice was necessary? Do you think you’re a hero? A savior? No. You’re just a coward! You’re just too afraid to face the real world and learn what’s true justice. And only a coward would sacrifice others for justice rather than himself.” My chest tightened as my voice grew hoarse with emotion. “Who gave you the right to define what sacrifice is necessary? Do you think you’re a hero? A savior? No. You’re just a coward. You’re too afraid to face the real world and learn what true justice is. And only a coward would sacrifice others for his cause instead of himself.” For a long moment, Jack just stared at me, his expression still as impassive as ever, t

His fear of my plan is taking a tall one on him. "I still don't understand." Dan speaks. It's not that he doesn't discern what I am explaining. I didn't speak in parables or tongues. He is just in denial that I am actually suggesting this. However insane my suggestion sounds, sacrifices are parts and parcels of our lives, I believe, and this is worth it. All the lives that have been obliterated by this monster, all the countless lives that have been lost, the innocent blood he has spilt including that of my parents, everything that is at stake right now, every single thing, is deserving of this sacrifice.

Hope gently took it from my hands and continued reading aloud. *You need to know this because you're going to face your own impossible choice someday. Not about dying – I didn't see that in your future. But about sacrifice. About giving up something precious for something even more precious.* *When that moment comes, remember: sacrifice made with love is never wasted. The pain you feel is proof that what you gave up mattered. But the joy that comes after is proof that love multiplies.* *I won't be there to hold your hand through that choice. But know that I made mine with complete peace, complete love, and complete faith in who you would become.*

"She was so young. Had her whole life ahead of her." "Had. Past tense. Because of us." "Because she chose. Don't take that away from her. Don't make her sacrifice meaningless by wallowing in guilt." "How am I supposed to not feel guilty? She's dead!" "You feel it. You grieve it. You honor it. But you don't let it destroy you. That's not what she'd want." "How do you know what she'd want? You didn't know her." "I know sacrifice. I know what it means to give everything for someone you love. She loved you. All of you. Loved what you represented. Loved that you tried. That's why she did this."

"I dare you to try and scare me off. I'm not backing down." Alexandra's eyes narrowed. "You're brave; I'll give you that. But bravery won't save you from what's coming." "It's not about being brave," I said. "It's about sacrifice, Alexandra. And I don’t mind doing so for you even though you do not deserve it arsehole.” He scoffed. “You know, for a smart person, I didn’t think you’d actually be this dense,” he spat. “Say what you want to; I will still not change my mind.”