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Marriage is one long sacrifice.

MARSILIO Data cannot grasp the depth of such images, which do not pass away or cease bleeding into things.

Master the art of finding something to celebrate about in each moment and life will become an exciting adventure

May the ears of Canada never grow deaf to the plea of widows and orphans and our crippled men for care and support. May the eyes of Canada never be blind to that glorious light which shines upon our young national life from the deeds of those "who counted not their lives dear unto themselves," and may the lips of Canada never be dumb to tell to future generations the tales of heroism which will kindle the imagination and fire the patriotism of children that are yet unborn.

Men have sacrificed so much for their beliefs. Country. Kings. Queens. Political systems. God. Love . It doesn’t seem very noble to simply let something you believe in, someone you love, just walk away. To give up without a fight.

Mi hai fatto confessare le paure che sento. Ma ti dirò anche che cos'è che non mi fa paura. Non mi fa paura esser solo o venir sprezzato per un altro o lasciare tutto ciò che tocchi lasciare. E non mi fa paura commettere un errore, anche un grande errore, un errore che duri quanto la vita e magari tutta l'eternità.

Mind", can't make differences between real and not..., (OFF NOW THAT..., then that...), you are saying lie after lie..., then believing in false stuff. And thinking in positive sides so to scream not much as the other do, but as always you one moment scream you can't stop it... Now putting against me a knife and saying "Go away... give me my daughter... give me her back"..., don't you see the people laugh at you, don't you see it. Look their faces, with so many smiles, but they aren't people, they are from the army, off, off for god sake they are soldiers which have guns. Have killed few people, have taken your daughter and they are many as a number than you and your whole family... Probably this part as an General I must skip it, because it's logical however look it and from this side, nobody will sacrifice so you to be happy... you will die.. O, o, the poor little girl crying in front of the people, she just saw her mother pointing with a knife against the soldiers and now she is killed by one of the soldiers.

Missional leaders not only feel the burden of God's mission but they also act on the burden and act upon it sacrificially.

Most importantly, a little girl should be taught that she should love herself first, flaws (thorns) and all. However, she’s been raised as a rose without knowing how to handle the pricks from the thorns. She’s left alone to learn how to heal.

Most kinds of power require a substantial sacrifice by whoever wants the power. There is an apprenticeship, a discipline lasting many years. Whatever kind of power you want. President of the company. Black belt in karate. Spiritual guru. Whatever it is you seek, you have to put in the time, the practice, the effort. You must give up a lot to get it. It has to be very important to you. And once you have attained it, it is your power. It can't be given away; it resides in you. It is literally the result of your discipline. "Now, what is interesting about this process is that, by the time someone has acquired the ability to kill with his bare hands, he has also matured to the point where he won't use it unwisely. So that kind of power has a built-in control. The discipline of getting the power changes you so that you won't abuse it.

Motherhood is a blissful chain...I have a mother - my precious gift...I am a mother - the best of my kind!

Mothers cowered over their small children, defenceless as their backs blossomed with red lines or swords were sunk into their flesh to reach the young ones they hid.

Mungu alimpa kila mmoja wetu vipawa na vipaji vya pekee kwa ajili ya huduma yake. Kazi yake kwetu hapa duniani ni kutumia vipawa na vipaji vyetu kwa ajili ya huduma ya watu wengine. Kila mmoja wetu ana kitu fulani anachoweza kutoa kwa ajili ya mtu mwingine mwenye shida. Tunaweza kutoa pesa zetu na muda wetu kwa watu maskini. Tunaweza kuwa marafiki kwa watu wapweke au watu wasiojiweza kiafya. Tunaweza kufanya kazi za kujitolea kwa ajili ya mabadiliko ya watu wengine. Tunaweza kuwa wasuluhishi wa migogoro ya amani. Tunaweza kuwa na upendo usiokuwa na masharti yoyote kwa familia zetu. Tunaweza kufanya kazi za kujitolea au kazi za kuajiriwa kwa uadilifu, uaminifu, heshima, na upendo kwa wengine.

My dad used to say, ‘This is what your right arm’s for, son,’” John said. “This is the time and these are the people and I’d give my right arm to be a light, a comfort, to them. I know you would, too. In whatever form it takes. Use these materials and make something great. Do it on faith, knowing you probably won’t be around to see how the story ends.

Muscles tore and scarlet poured with each swing the dragon could muster and he roared.

My life to yours. My breath beecome yours.

My friend Bailey is looking at me with tears in her eyes and a smile of pure joy. She sees me, the real me, not the broken little bird that my mother sees, or the Ambassador of Hope that my father sees, or the girl who was stupid enough to walk off with a stranger and ruin everyone's lives that my sister sees. Bailey sees me as I want to be: a normal, non-newsworthy, non-broken, non-victimized sixteen-year-old girl.

My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave... Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.

My heart is eternally yours, but my soul will always be hell bound.

My life to yours. My breath become yours.

My father is using me as a message of hope. My sister is using me as a message of fear. I don't want to be used by anybody.

My existence is the only gift I have left to give, but it will have to do.

My mother wasn't a fool," I say. "She just understood something you didn't. That it's not sacrifice if it's someone else's life you're giving away, it's just evil." I back up another step and say, "She taught me all about real sacrifice. That it should be done from love, not misplaced disgust for another person's genetics. That it should be done from necessity, not without exhausting all other options. That it should be done for people who need your strength because they don't have enough of their own. ...

My name is Hazel. I started out as an idea, but I ended up something more. Not much more, to be honest. It's not like I grow up to become some great war hero or any sort of all important savior... but thanks to these two, at least I get to grow old. Not everybody does.

My soul is trembling, my mind is shattering, but I have no time to rest, I have no time to sleep, each second is precious. Holidays don't exist for me, festivals don't exist for me, parties and gatherings don’t exist for me, all that exists is the responsibility to unify the humankind.

My sister has never not told me something before. We used to share every secret, every thought. While I was in the attic, it felt like we were forever far away. Now I'm with her again. We're so close that we're touching, but there's still a distance between us.

My Keeper's house. Right there. Brown shingles, dark red shutters, yellow-and-black police tape wrapped around the massive tree trunks. The attic window looks out over the yard and the world narrows until that attic window is the only thing I can see.

Ninety-five per cent of your success or failure will come from your daily habits.

NEVER SACRIFICE YOUR VALUES & MORALS FOR RICHES OR FAME. IT'S A PAYMENT THAT'S NON-REFUNDABLE

Nitajisikia raha sana kufungwa kwa ajili ya matatizo watu.

Nilijitolea sehemu ya maisha yangu ya kijamii na kifamilia kuweza kuchapisha Kolonia Santita katika kiwango nilichokitaka.

No longer was I consumed by being a prisoner in my mind. I was not willing to give in to the cards I was dealt. I took my power back and I had control of the cards, and as I held the cards in my hand, I shuffled them to my liking. I knew I wasn’t always going have the best hand every single time, but I knew I had the power to shuffle when I needed to reexamine my hand.

No force but love can impel one to step willingly into the shadows so that the other may shine.

No cause, however lofty or ambitious, is worth the sacrifice of a single life.

No matter the level of sacrifices they may demand, it's far better to occupy yourself with your goals than to leave them unattended.

...no one has ever doubted you would die for those you love ... the question then becomes would you live?

No more brainwashing—expect the unexpected to blow your mind! Connect with yourself and your life’s purpose—then grow.

No one ever does anything our of charity," Anna went on. "Every choice we make benefits ourselves directly or indirectly. Even if it looks like a sacrifice, the alternative would be unbearable in some way. If I hadn't helped I wouldn't sleep well , and I need my sleep.

No price is too high to pay, to be the author of your fate.

Nothing feels dirtier than living a life that is not your own. No amount of money is worth my soul. I would rather be homeless and go out in a blaze of glory than subject myself to a slow and steady death of apathy and government by my environment.

Not everyone who has helped or is helping you wanted or wants to help you.

Nothing great was ever achieved without a personal sacrifice. You have to pay the price to realize your goals.

Olaf was a genius. This, she realized, watching the snowman struggle, was love. Olaf had been willing to put himself in danger because he didn't want to see her get hurt. Love wasn't the canned romantic declarations. That was nothing but fluff. That was what Hans had thrown at her and what she had mistaken for love. Pure, true love was what Olaf was showing her right now - sacrifice.

Of course, if one does not fully trust the promise of God's Kingdom, he will have a hard time taking risks and making sacrifices in this life. A gospel centered around the temporal self - fleeting happiness, earthly success, vain prosperity, things such as these - is the primary ambition of the half-hearted Christian; the one who somewhat believes he is subject to an eternal death; the one who just might believe in men before God, who morbidly fears seeming less than anyone else. The man of this school feels deeply that he has but one life to live, that this must be his only chance, and therefore must have it all in his favor - from glory to comfort to riches - and have it right this instant. He is but hinting that he is overcome because he insists always that he must overcome, that his judgment comes now and by the persons around him. The point is, however, in this sense, that by grace the Christian is indeed free, but only for as long as he wants to be free - the practicality of true freedom: that of God which offers not so much freedom to be like the world as it does freedom from the pressures of having to be like the world. For Divine Law is based solely on love and freedom; whereas secular law, pressure and imitation.

Oh, my child, can you not see? You must let go of yourself. For if a seed wishes to live, it must sacrifice itself and grow outward, not inward.

Omitting sacrifice will gain you nothing... He is the striver, who sacrifices delight, ail, sympathy and slumber, and at the terminal Striver is the WINNER.

Not only do you carry the side effects of others, but their side effects are contagious. This affects you mentally to the point where you lose yourself in the process of trying to fix a situation or a person that is beyond repair. You find yourself helping others who solely depend on you for their mental state and their ability to think for themselves. Foolishly, you do not see how often you carry their burdens. Their side effects begin to poison your life.

No, you are not perfect. What’s important is that you know your self-worth and you are happy, and that’s all that matters. You now know that you should never underestimate your ability to create your own happiness. Loving yourself first is the foundation that you should never take for granted.

Oh I know it's cliché but yeah they say that great men make it in- To places few others who even do take the risk've ever been

Oh, yet come back, come back to me, beloved; for I repent me of my choice! Come back, and we will creep away together, to some dark and silent grave where the devouring army shall not find us; and we will lay us down there, locked in one another's arms, and sleep, and sleep, and sleep.