I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation.
ELIE WIESELI swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation.
ELIE WIESELThis is the role of writers: to turn their tears into a story – and perhaps into a prayer.
ELIE WIESELThere may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.
ELIE WIESELToday, as yesterday, a nation is judged by its attitude towards refugees.
ELIE WIESELWhat hurts the victim most is not the cruelty of the oppressor, but the silence of the bystander.
ELIE WIESELA Jew must be sensitive to the pain of all human beings. A Jew cannot remain indifferent to human suffering… The mission of the Jewish people has never been to make the world more Jewish, but to make it more human.
ELIE WIESELUltimately, the only power to which man should aspire is that which he exercises over himself.
ELIE WIESELWhat is man? Hope turned to dust. No. What is man? Dust turned to hope.
ELIE WIESELBecause I remember, I despair. Because I remember, I have the duty to reject despair.
ELIE WIESELBe careful with words, they’re dangerous. Be wary of them. They begat either demons or angels. It’s up to you to give life to one or the other. Be careful, I tell you, nothing is as dangerous as giving free rein to words
ELIE WIESELThe most important question a human being has to face. What is it? The question, Why are we here?
ELIE WIESELI write to understand as much as to be understood.
ELIE WIESELOnce upon a time refugee meant somebody who has a refuge, found a place, a haven where he could find refuge.
ELIE WIESELIn the beginning there was faith – which is childish; trust – which is vain; and illusion – which is dangerous.
ELIE WIESELI decided to devote my life to telling the story because I felt that having survived I owe something to the dead. and anyone who does not remember betrays them again.
ELIE WIESELYou’re shaking … so am I. It’s because of Jerusalem, isn’t it? One doesn’t go to Jerusalem, one returns to it. That’s one of its mysteries.
ELIE WIESEL