From Russia I didn’t bring out a single happy memory, only sad, tragic ones. The nightmare of pogroms, the brutality of Cossacks charging young Socialists, fear, shrieks of terror.
GOLDA MEIRThere will be peace in the Middle East only when the Arabs love their children more than they hate Israel.
More Golda Meir Quotes
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How can we return the occupied territories? There is nobody to return them to.
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Arab sovereignty in Jerusalem just cannot be. This city will not be divided – not half and half, not 60-40, not 75-25, nothing.
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We do not rejoice in victories. We rejoice when a new kind of cotton is grown and when strawberries bloom in Israel.
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One cannot and must not try to erase the past merely because it does not fit the present.
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At work, you think of the children you have left at home. At home, you think of the work you’ve left unfinished. Such a struggle is unleashed within yourself. Your heart is rent.
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It is true we have won all our wars, but we have paid for them. We don’t want victories anymore.
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Not being beautiful was the true blessing. Not being beautiful forced me to develop my inner resources. The pretty girl has a handicap to overcome.
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It is always much easier, I have discovered, to make people cry or gasp than to make them think.
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We don’t want wars even when we win.
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I never did anything alone. Whatever was accomplished in this country was accomplished collectively.
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Above all, this country is our own. Nobody has to get up in the morning and worry what his neighbors think of him. Being a Jew is no problem here.
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Old age is like a plane flying through a storm. Once you’re aboard, there’s nothing you can do.
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We say peace and the echo comes back from the other side, war. We dont want wars even when we win.
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We can forgive you for killing our children, but we can never forgive you for making us kill your children.
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Being seventy is not a sin. It’s not a joy, either.
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