Pessimism is a luxury that a Jew can never allow himself.
GOLDA MEIROld age is like a plane flying through a storm. Once you’re aboard, there’s nothing you can do.
More Golda Meir Quotes
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If we have to have a choice between being dead and pitied, and being alive with a bad image, we’d rather be alive and have the bad image.
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My dear, old age is like an airplane flying in a storm. Once you’re in it there’s nothing you can do. You can’t stop a plane, you can’t stop a storm, you can’t stop time. So you might as well take it easy, with wisdom.
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I’m a slave to this leaf in a diary that lists what I must do, what I must say, every half hour.
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Trust yourself. Create the kind of self that you will be happy to live with all your life. Make the most of yourself by fanning the tiny, inner sparks of possibility into flames of achievement.
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If only political leaders would allow themselves to feel, as well as to think, the world might be a happier place.
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Zionism and pessimism are not compatible.
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We will not forgive you for making us kill your sons.
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There will be peace in the Middle East only when the Arabs love their children more than they hate Israel.
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The public history of modern art is the story of conventional people not knowing what they are dealing with.
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Can we today measure devotion to husband and children by our indifference to everything else?
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I never did anything alone. Whatever was accomplished in this country was accomplished collectively.
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I want to say to you, friends, that the Jewish community in Palestine is going to fight to the very end. If we have arms to fight with, we will fight with those, and if not, we will fight with stones in our hands.
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Every civilization finds it necessary to negotiate compromises with its own values.
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The world hates a Jew who hits back. The world loves us only when we are to be pitied.
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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.
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