Whoever survives a test, whatever it may be, must tell the story. That is his duty.
ELIE WIESELNever shall I forget those moments that murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to ashes.
More Elie Wiesel Quotes
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In order to fly, you have to give up the ground you are standing on.
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Every moment contains a spark of eternity.
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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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Human suffering anywhere concerns men and women everywhere.
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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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The most important question a human being has to face. What is it? The question, Why are we here?
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Human beings should be held accountable. Leave God alone. He has enough problems.
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We must choose between the violence of adults and the smiles of children. Between the ugliness of hate and the will to oppose it. Between inflicting suffering and humiliation on our fellow man and offering him the solidarity and hope he deserves.
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We are all teachers, or should be. Anyone who relays experience to another person is a teacher. Not to transmit your experience is to betray it.
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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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Life is not a fist. Life is an open hand waiting for some other hand to enter it.
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In the face of suffering, one has no right to turn away, not to see.
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Every single human being is a unique human being. And, therefore, it’s so criminal to do something to that human being, because he or she represents humanity.
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In the word question, there is a beautiful word – quest. I love that word.
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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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