Quotes About Sacrifice Novels & Stories

Alice reassured her, gave her cheek a gentle pat, and leaned on her phone. 'Do you have to be too generous? Ahh, it's suffocating.' Alice read Andrew's text, smiled faintly, and hit him her reply. 'You're assuming too much lately.' 'They say the life of sacrifice is Nobel, but it's not true. You sacrifice many things; you lose yourself, and the most important thing at any moment is you. Only if you love yourself, you can love others.' A kind of gloominess appeared in Alice's eyes as she read the next text.

“But... But I...” “But what? Friendship is the most fragile thing in the world. She’s the daughter of the regal Goldmanns, and her life is worth more than yours. Do you think it’s worth it for you to die for her?” Maxine squatted and gently stroked her hair. “Young girl, sometimes, people sacrifice all their interests and bottom lines to survive, including their friends. “If you don’t want to sacrifice your friends, you can only sacrifice yourself. Do you want to live or die?” Maxine grabbed her hair all of a sudden. “Speak!”

She leaned her head on my shoulder and sighed out, stroking my arm lightly. “She really is.” “And I understand being able to give us up for her. In order for love to bloom, there must be sacrifice. An honour so precious can never be free. One is given two possible choices, to gain or to lose, and the extremities are painted black and white.” Annie stated, quoting a novel, I supposed. Her statement resonated in my head, making me internally question if there was a grey area between all this. One that allowed everything to play out according to all our wishes.

“But we do it smart. We’ve made enough enemies already. The last thing we need is to make more.” I nodded, understanding what he meant. The people we had exposed—those involved in the conspiracy—were still out there, and we didn’t know who we could trust anymore. It was like we were playing a game, but the rules kept changing, and every time we thought we were one step ahead, we realized we were falling further behind. “We’ll have to make sacrifices,” I said, the words feeling strange on my tongue. The idea of giving up something—anything—felt wrong. But I knew we had no choice. Sacrifice was inevitable if we wanted to survive. If we wanted to protect what we had left.

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.

"Maybe it's more than just one person giving something up." I glanced over at Zara. She was always sharp, always thinking one step ahead. "So, you think it’s not a life? What else could it be?" I asked, unsure but curious about her reasoning. Zara shrugged. "I don’t know. It’s just a thought. But think about it—sacrifice doesn’t always have to mean death. It could mean power, status, something precious. I don’t think it’s just about who dies. It’s what they’re willing to give up."

"But first, we need to be at the center of the battle" ... Quick question: what do you think the sacrifice is? I would love to know your opinions.

“That child. Her courage is remarkable. She’s a hero.” “Heroes sucks,” said Briane suddenly, his face looking like a blank sheet. “They always sacrifice themselves for others. And then what? They die! They haven’t even thought of the people they would left behind.” “That’s not true, Mr. George.” Mr. Heirt made his way to Briane’s stretcher, his footsteps echoing in the somber silence reigning in the tent. “If they are not to exist, the world will be in chaos, with no one to save it. They must be acknowledged. Just because they sacrifice themselves doesn’t mean they’re not thinking of those they’ll be leaving. In fact, they are the ones that prompted to fight despite knowing they’ll die.”

"Sometimes, sacrifices have to be made." His words only served to stoke the flames of my anger, fueling the inferno of betrayal that raged within me. "Sacrifices?" I scoffed, my voice dripping with disdain. "You call this a sacrifice? You've put everyone we care about in danger, Emilio. Is that your idea of protecting your family?"

“You misunderstand. I’m not here to destroy you. Not yet. I’m here to offer a choice.” Annabel narrowed her eyes. “What kind of choice?” “Join me willingly, or watch everything you’ve fought for crumble to ash. I have no interest in wasting time.” Elijah laughed, the sound harsh. “That’s your pitch? Not exactly inspiring.” The figure’s gaze shifted to him, unbothered by the sarcasm. “You’ve lived long enough to know what I can do. You think this world can be saved without sacrifice? You’re mistaken.” Annabel stepped forward, ignoring Elijah’s warning glance. “What do you mean by sacrifice?”