Quotes About Sacrifice Novels & Stories

Evelyn spoke. "Respect is earned. And from my point of view the only person who actually deserves respect is Athena " she continued speaking. "Evelyn that's enough let's go " i said. "No Athena today we are going to have a nice talk and actually understand the meaning of the word sacrifices " she said and walked towards Grandma. "What is view about sacrifices " she asked. "I don't know what's the exact meaning of that word too but i have seen someone making real sacrifices. She has sacrificed her happiness for others without any regret " Evelyn said. How badly i want to stop her from speaking.

"You would sacrifice all of us?" "The world is far more important than any one person, including myself. If I have to die to get this cure out, so be it. I know the sacrifice will be worth it in the end. The same goes for you and everyone else I care about, and I'm not sorry for that." "You're not?" he asks incredulously.

Marielle replied shaking her head sadly. "They would regret it, they would regret ever messing with someone like her" I stated vehemently, Pooja gripped my hand reassuringly. "Revenge kills faster than the strike of a poisonous sword I tell you Sarafina" Marielle said while I smiled wryly. "Then let it kill me because I won't go down without a fight!" "Even if it is for him? You can't make the sacrifice just for him?" "The sacrifice" Pooja muttered. "That's the meaning of the sacrifice Abu was talking about" she turned to me. "You get it now?"

As I texted, Grace, I walked slowly back home Some loves were worth any sacrifice , but the greatest love was learning to let yourself be cared for in return.

“I’m not saying you don’t love her, son. But love isn’t always enough. You’ve built an empire, and that empire requires sacrifice.” The word hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. Sacrifice. It was something my father had always lived by, something he had instilled in me from a young age. “Sacrifice?” I repeated, my voice quieter now. “You mean giving up the one person who makes all of this worth it?” Richard stood, his presence towering as he walked toward me. “What I mean is that you need to think beyond yourself. Olivia might make you happy now, but have you thought about what happens when the pressure becomes too much? When the weight of this life crushes her?”

“What was it, Reeca?” She looked at me like she was afraid, took a deep breath and rolled her shoulders back like she was bracing. “I want to tell you that something God has shown me just… just recently, is that sometimes we have to make sacrifices for… for others. And even though it might hurt, or be scary, it will always be worth it in the end. The… the gains are worth it.” I was hearing echoes of Rake, but I also clearly wasn’t the only one who heard a piece of Reeca’s story in that statement, because the other three all turned to stare at her too. A

“To belong to a famiglia who always have your back. Certain sacrifices are required in return.” Amber so wanted to continue this father daughter talk, but it would likely only get her into trouble. And she needed his help above her pride and need to have the last word. What she would have said to him, was by sacrifice, he meant the women in particular. Give up their bodies in exchange for protection, food in their bellies, and a place to sleep.

“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

But what sacrifices would it demand? As we stepped forward, the figure extended a hand, its touch sending a surge of energy coursing through our veins. Visions flashed before our eyes, images of loved ones, moments of happiness, and the struggles we had faced to reach this pivotal moment. "This path will test your loyalty, your strength, and your commitment," the figure declared. "But it is through sacrifice that true power is born." A tremor of uncertainty rippled through us, but we stood firm, resolute in our purpose. We were prepared to make whatever sacrifices were necessary to fulfill our destiny and protect all that we held dear.

“You take the left. I’ll cover right.” I nodded. Time slowed. I lunged, twisting, grappling with the figure as the hum intensified. Sparks flew when the device collided with metal nearby. “You think you can stop this?” the figure taunted, voice steady. “You can’t. Not without sacrifice.” I felt something in my chest tighten. Sacrifice. Always the word that followed every decision in this city, every lesson my father had drilled into me. Sacrifice for survival. Sacrifice for power. Sacrifice for family.