We believed in God, trusted in man, and lived with the illusion that every one of us has been entrusted with a sacred spark.
ELIE WIESELThe philosophers are wrong: it is not words that kill, it is silence.
More Elie Wiesel Quotes
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Gratitude is a word that I cherish. Gratitude is what defines the happiness and humanity of the human being.
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An indifference to suffering makes humans inhuman
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There is much to be done, there is much that can be done… one person of integrity can make a difference.
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Only the guilty are guilty: the children of killers are not killers, but children.
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Never shall I forget those moments that murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to ashes.
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Every Jew, somewhere in his being, should set apart a zone of hate – healthy virile hate – for what the German personifies and for what persists in the German.
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I came to the conclusion that I am free to choose my own suffering. But I am not free to consent to someone else’s suffering.
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Eternity is the place where questions and answers become one.
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We must not see any person as an abstraction. Instead, we must see in every person a universe with its own secrets, with its own treasures, with its own sources of anguish, and with some measure of triumph.
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Every moment contains a spark of eternity.
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All collective judgments are wrong. Only racists make them. No human race is superior; no religious faith is inferior.
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Today, as yesterday, a nation is judged by its attitude towards refugees.
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Anything you want to say about God you better make sure you can say in front of a pit of burning babies.
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I marvel at the resilience of the Jewish people. Their best characteristic is their desire to remember. No other people has such an obsession with memory.
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You’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.
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