Quotes About Sacrifice Novels & Stories

“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.

Evelyn turned toward him. "Stop talking like that." He looked at her. "Like what?" "Like you already accepted that one of us has to walk through the Door." His expression became serious. "Someone does." "Not yet." "That is not how sacrifice works, Evelyn." The word immediately changed the atmosphere. Sacrifice. A word that had followed her since the beginning of her journey. Her father sacrificed himself fighting a pureblood. Lucien sacrificed his life to stop the Blood King's curse. The Blood God sacrificed his freedom to guard the universe.

"I've forgotten all about that." She coldly chuckled. "You were never worthy of love to begin with! "Do you remember? You've never been able to compare to me ever since we were kids. You barely made the cut for the same high school as me, and your mom didn't even let you attend. "Also, does your mom even know about all those years you suffered while working outside? If you ask me, you might as well be dead." Rhea epitomized the saying, "A little kindness bred gratitude, but too much bred resentment."

Then Ava frowned. Then: "I don't like this." Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then a voice echoed. Not the stone king. Not the Throne. Something older. "EVERY VICTORY HAS A PRICE." Silence. Then: "EVERY FUTURE REQUIRES A SACRIFICE." The battlefield trembled. Then figures appeared. Dozens. Hundreds. Thousands. People. Normal people. Families. Children. Soldiers. Entire cities. Standing across the battlefield.

Olivia said through her tears. "You know, love can't make you live, but love can make you die," Billy said. "What do you mean?" Olivia lifted her head and looked at Billy. "Someone has to make sacrifices right?" Billy said. "No! Don't do that! There's no one else to sacrifice here! No! If someone has to sacrifice it's me, do I have to die so---" "Ssh I love you babe" Billy hugged Olivia tightly. "I don't want to lose anyone else," Olivia said.

“Why do you keep sacrificing yourself for things that are not your fault?“ Her words slice deeper than anything that I've heard these past years. Why? I don't know either. Yet I keep doing so. I keep being the sacrificial lamb so everyone can be happy. But if I'm not, who would be? It should be the person who started it all that sees through it. “Besides, you've come this far already. Quitting should never be an option.” She leans closer and reaches to hold my hand. “Where's the pretty woman that told me quitting is never an option?“

So in their eyes, I owed Sylvie twice. I owed her my family’s gratitude. I owed her my mate’s life. Very well. Then I would repay it with my kidney, with my life, with everything I had left.

Damon: Don't worry love you will never forget this night of our love. Sometimes sacrifice can be sweet. ________________________________________ Do like and give feedback. Spread the purple heart.

Sacrifice isn't about dying. It's about choosing to be different than you were before. And I chose to be their opposition. Their conscience. Their reminder that another way was always possible.

“I know.” “Do you? Do you really understand that? It means we are going to have to. Make sacrifices for the world. Some that we wouldn't want to make. Some we wouldn't have a choice in. If all goes to tell, we can be sure we are going to lose people. It is possible that we might lose… each other.” “Nat-”