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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 046d45d | The tragedy of man is that he doesn't know how to distinguish between day and night. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| 84b90e9 | The night lifted, leaving behind it a grayish light the color of stagnant water. Soon there was only a tattered fragment of darkness, hanging in mid-air, the other side of the window. Fear caught my throat. The tattered fragment of darkness had a face. The face was my own. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| 3e66928 | His last word had been my name. A summons. And I had not responded. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| 9f9ac03 | What are You, my God? I thought angrily. How do You compare to this stricken mass gathered to affirm to You their faith, their anger, their defiance? What does Your grandeur mean, Master of the Universe, in the face of all this cowardice, this decay, and this misery? Why do you go on troubling these poor people's wounded minds, their ailing bodies? | Elie Wiesel | ||
| 6746bf2 | True enemies aren't always the ones who hate each other. | enemy hate truth | Elie Wiesel | |
| 275ae52 | At every step, somebody fell down and ceased to suffer. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| 3ab8a61 | Never shall I forget those moments which murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to dust. Never shall I forget these things, even if I am condemned to live as long as God Himself. Never. | murder remember | Elie Wiesel | |
| 498da10 | Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim | Elie Wiesel | ||
| 5cb2460 | Today's wealthy are poor though they don't know it. They can't bring their possessions to where we're all going. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| efdc4dd | There are a thousand and one gates leading into the orchard of mystical truth. Every human being has his own gate. We must never make the mistake of wanting to enter the orchard by any gate but our own. To do this is dangerous for the one who enters and also for those who are already there. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| f668c90 | The shock of finding a familiar word in an unfamiliar setting.] A SS man would examine us. Whenever he found a weak one, a musulman as we called them, he would write his number down: good for the crematory. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| a507ccd | It all belonged to everyone since it no longer belonged to anyone. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| b99c9cf | NIGHT. No one was praying for the night to pass quickly. The stars were but sparks of the immense conflagration that was consuming us. Were this conflagration to be extinguished one day, nothing would be left in the sky but extinct stars and unseeing eyes. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| 0d3b92a | Never shall I forget those flames which consumed my faith forever." "Never shall I forget that nocturnal silence which deprived me, for all eternity, of the desire to live. Never shall I forget those moments which murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to dust. Never shall I forget these things, even if I am condemned to live as long as God Himself. Never." | faith god | Elie Wiesel | |
| 076e2f3 | Years ago, a member of Congress slipped a laminated quote into my hand that he must have thought I would find meaningful. I paid little attention at first and unfortunately I don't recall just who gave me the quote. I placed it next to my voting card and have carried it ever since. The quote came from Elie Wiesel's book One Generation After. The quote was entitled "Why I Protest." Author Elie Wiesel tells the story of the one righteous man .. | confidence elie-wiesel liberty peace politics protest ron-paul truth | Ron Paul | |
| 8a445f9 | If I had spoken to him out loud, he would have understood the tragic fate of those who came back, left over, living dead. You must look at them carefully. Their appearance is deceptive. They are smugglers. They look like the others. They eat, they laugh, they love. The seek money, fame, love. Like the other. But it isn't true; they are playing, sometimes without even knowing it. Anyone who has seen what THEY have seen cannot be like the oth.. | living-dead tragedy | Elie Wiesel | |
| 74556de | Love is this and love is that; man is born to love; he is only alive when he is in the presence of a woman he loves or should love. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| 3554b7c | Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented. Sometimes we must interfere. When human lives are endangered, when human dignity is in jeopardy, national borders and sensitivities become irrelevant. Wherever men and women are persecuted because of their race, religion, or political views, that place must--at that moment--become the center of the universe. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| 81402c5 | We know that every moment is a moment of grace, every hour an offering; not to share them would mean to betray them. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| aec0d5a | I looked up at my father's face, trying to glimpse a smile or something like it on his stricken face. But there was nothing. Not the shadow of an expression. Defeat. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| 39d95a1 | We're on the threshold of death. Soon, we shall be inside ... | Elie Wiesel | ||
| 3e8165a | Have faith in life, a thousand times faith. By driving out despair, you will move away from death. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| c430cc9 | I remember: it happened yesterday, or eternities ago. A young Jewish boy discovered the Kingdom of Night. I remember his bewilderment, I remember his anguish. It all happened so fast. The ghetto. The deportation. The sealed cattle car. The fiery altar upon which the history of our people and the future of mankind were meant to be sacrificed. I remember he asked his father, "Can this be true? This is the twentieth century, not the Middle Age.. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| 175ecf2 | No one is as capable of gratitude as one who has emerged from the kingdom of night. We know that every moment is a moment of grace, every hour an offering; not to share them would mean to betray them. Our lives no longer belong to us alone; they belong to all those who need us desperately. | Elie Wiesel | ||
| 9943267 | In those moments of unnaming when we have lost ourselves, we must remember to return to our past redemptions to find God's mark of glory on our abandonment, betrayal, and shame. We wrongly believe that we will be happy if we can escape the past. But without our past we are hollow and plastic beings who have only common names and conventional stories. When we enter into our story at the point we lost our name, we are most likely to hear the .. | grief healing lament true-self | Dan B. Allender | |
| 2a924c5 | Courage is fear that has said its prayers."5" | Dan B. Allender | ||
| f19d39e | Because he knows you have to laugh at the things that hurt you just to keep yourself in balance, just to keep the world from running you plumb crazy. He knows there's a painful side; | Ken Kesey | ||
| df3f5ad | I'll trim you babies like little lambs | Ken Kesey | ||
| 81032af | Whoever comes in the door is usually disappointing, but there is always a chance otherwise. And when a key hits the lock, all the heads come up like there's strings on them. | Ken Kesey | ||
| c74d3be | Oregon October, when the fields of timothy and rye-grass stubble are being burned, the sky itself catches fire. Flocks of wrens rush up from the red alder thickets like sparks kicked from a campfire, the salmon jumps again, and the river rolls molten and slow . . . Down river, from Andy's Landing, a burned-off cedar snag held the sun spitted like an apple, hissing and dripping juices against a grill of Indian Summer clouds. All the hillside.. | Ken Kesey | ||
| 694709c | Life's not about the day when you win the prizes - it's about all the days in between. p 255 | Susan Howatch | ||
| b0acdde | This humanity we would claim for ourselves is the legacy, not only of the Enlightenment, but of the thousands of European peasants and poor townspeople who came here bringing their humanity and their sufferings with them. It is the absence of a stable upper class that is responsible for much of the vulgarity of the American scene. Should we blush before the visitor for this deficiency? The ugliness of American decoration, American entertain.. | Mary McCarthy | ||
| ac41255 | Love had done this to her, for the second time. Love was bad for her. There must be certain people who were allergic to love, and she was one of them. Not only was it bad for her; it made her bad; it poisoned her. Before she knew him, not only had she been far, far happier but she had been nicer. Loving him was turning her into an awful person, a person she hated. | Mary McCarthy | ||
| e88423d | You mustn't force sex to do the work of love or love to do the work of sex--that's quite a thought, isn't it? | Mary McCarthy | ||
| 05fb566 | l'db hw fn mwjh ltHsyn hdh l`lm | Gabriel García Márquez | ||
| 4d24fae | Jose Arcadio's companion asked them to leave them alone, and the couple lay down on the ground, close to the bed. The passion of the others woke up Jose Arcadio's fervor. On the first contact the bones of the girl seemed to become disjointed with a disorderly crunch like the sound of a box of dominoes, and her skin broke out into a pale sweat and her eyes filled with tears as her whole body exhaled a lugubrious lament and a vague smell of m.. | Gabriel García Márquez | ||
| 5bbe544 | But if they had learned anything together, it was that wisdom comes to us when it can no longer do any good. | Gabriel García Márquez | ||
| 07aee60 | He was weary of the uncertainty, of the vicious circle of that eternal war that always found him in the same place, but always older, wearier, even more in the position of not knowing why, or how, or even when. | Gabriel García Márquez | ||
| b568771 | In a sudden inspiration, Florentino Ariza opened a can of red paint that was within reach of the bunk, wet his index finger, and painted the pubis of the beautiful pigeon fancier with an arrow of blood pointing south, and on her belly the words: This pussy is mine. | Gabriel García Márquez | ||
| facf29f | That is not true, but we lack the moral authority to endorse them (acts of euthanasia). What we do instead is what you have just seen. We commend the dying to Saint Hubert and tie them to a pillar in order to prolong and intensify their suffering. | faith mercy-killing | Gabriel García Márquez | |
| 96b02fe | Here the only one who has the right to prohibit anything is the government, we live in a democracy. | Gabriel García Márquez | ||
| 9183d5c | The city drowned in memories. | Gabriel García Márquez | ||
| a9ca202 | w'HasWat b'nh syWad@ nfsh llmr@ l'wl~ , w'Hst b'nh murfaqa@ wmaHmiyW@ , w'n ry'tyh mmtly'tn bhw Hury@ '`d lh lTm'nyn@ wrd@ lHy@ .. | Gabriel García Márquez | ||
| f3eeaf9 | It's like a firstborn son: you spend your life working for him, sacrificing everything for him, and at the moment of truth, he does just as he pleases. | Gabriel García Márquez |