Sometimes you must sacrifice yourself on the altar of effort to be reminded of what and who you could become if you applied yourself.
Lay silently the injuries you receive upon the altar of oblivion.
Don't be too hard on me. Everyone has to sacrifice at the altar of stupidity from time to time.
The clergy. . . believe that any portion of power confided to me [as President] will be exerted in opposition to their schemes. And they believe rightly: for I have sworn upon the altar of God, eternal hostility against every form of tyranny over the mind of man. But this is all they have to fear from me: and enough, too, in their opinion.
Like most girls, her imagination carried her just as far as the altar and no further.
The womb is like an altar, it's the place where God continually comes into the world and does what only God can do. . . create.
Ask yourself these three questions, Tatiana Metanova, and you will know who you are. Ask: what do you believe in? What do you hope for? But most important - ask: what do you love?. . . I know who I am, she thought, taking his hand and turning to the altar. I am Tatiana. And I believe in, and hope for, and love Alexander for life.
My mother worshipped at the altar of the accessory.
I am a lover of truth, a worshipper of freedom, a celebrant at the altar of language and purity and tolerance.
I won't put my ignorance on an altar and call it God. It feels like idolatry, like the worst kind of idolatry.
I was an altar boy and a choir member.
I feel sure that no girl would go to the altar if she knew all.
A vice in the heart is an idol on the altar.
O God of earth and altar, Bow down and hear our cry, Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and die; The walls of gold entomb us, The swords of scorn divide, Take not thy thunder from us, But take away our pride.
I can tell for sure, the technologists have made it clear that they don't care about musicians. The arts have been sacrificed on the altar of technological advancement.
I'll meet you at the altar" "I'll be the one in white!
[A novel by Henry James] is like a church lit but without a congregation to distract you, with every light and line focused on the high altar. And on the altar, very reverently place, intensely there, is a dead kitten, an egg-shell, a bit of string.
It is when we are in misery that we revere the gods; the prosperous seldom approach the altar.
Wealth has never yet sacrificed itself on the altar of patriotism.
Man should tremble, the world should vibrate, all heaven should be deeply moved when the Son of God appears on the altar in the hands of the priest.