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“But the kind of love that God created and demonstrated is a costly one because it involves sacrifice and presence. It s a love that operates more like a sign language than being spoken outright.”

— Bob Goff, Love Does: Discover a Secretly Incredible Life in an Ordinary World, Share via Whatsapp

“...the true value of an offering isn t measured by how much we give. It s measured by how much we keep... By definition, a sacrifice must involve sacrifice...”

— Mark Batterson, All In: You Are One Decision Away From a Totally Different Life, Share via Whatsapp

“Put your Isaac on the altar! Then, and only then, will you see what God can do. He cannot give back what you do not give up. But if you surrender yourself to Him, He will provide the ram in the thicket.”

— Mark Batterson, All In: You Are One Decision Away From a Totally Different Life, Share via Whatsapp

“Do not cry for me, Azrael. Do not waste your tears. You made your decision. And this is mine. Sacrifice seems to be my destiny. A funny thing for a selfish man, isn t it? They always called me weak back then...”

— Melissa de la Cruz, The Van Alen Legacy, Share via Whatsapp

“Für den Freigebigen ist die Suche nach einem, der empfangen soll, eine größere Freude als das Geben.”

— Kahlil Gibran, Share via Whatsapp

“Which hurts less? Doing something you don t like or not doing something you like.”

— Sarvesh Jain, Share via Whatsapp

“Substantial growth requires substantial sacrifices. You can’t build a new palace if you are too attached to the ancient monument.”

— Sarvesh Jain, Share via Whatsapp

“Sacrifice, compromise, adjust, or surrender. Do whatever it needs to be done to make your health a priority.”

— Sarvesh Jain, Share via Whatsapp

“For you to learn a lesson, something or someone will have to pay the price and be sacrificed.”

— Kayo K., Share via Whatsapp

“I tolerate humanity s crush in order to be allowed to write. I behave beautifully so that I have paper, pens, and occasional access to a computer. I suffer for my art.”

— Chelsea G. Summers, A Certain Hunger, Share via Whatsapp

“It was a tear of joy, but also one of sadness. Joy for her daughter’s freedom, but sadness that she would never see her. I expect the former outweighed the latter, for such was a mother’s love, be she made of flesh or wood. Some things were universal.”

— Daniel Thorman, Calamity at Conclave, Share via Whatsapp

“When you can t find the light, be the light.”

— Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words, Share via Whatsapp

“She wrote novels on paper napkins. Sometimes she scribbled on newspapers that the men in suits left behind and made her own poetry with the crossword templates on the back. She wouldn’t make a penny writing. If anything, she was losing pennies. That’s why they trust her art. Her poor, dirty, beautiful art.”

— Karl Kristian Flores, The Goodbye Song, Share via Whatsapp