Quotes about Survival
Even if I wrote on nothing else, it would never be enough, even if all the survivors did nothing but write about their experiences, it would still not be enough. *Response when asked how much longer is he going to write about the Holocaust.
- Elie Wiesel
The gates of the camp opened. It seemed as though an even darker night was waiting for us on the other side.
- Elie Wiesel
I remember a young Hungarian Jew, his shoulders stooped like an old man's, who confessed to some infraction so as to be beaten in his uncle's stead. I am young, he said, and stronger than he. He was young but no less weak. He did not survive the beating
- Elie Wiesel
I didn't know that this was the moment in time and the place where I was leaving my mother and Tzipora forever.
- Elie Wiesel
One German officer lived in the house opposite ours. He had a room with the Kahn family. They said he was a charming man - calm, likable, polite, and sympathetic. Three days after he moved in he brought Madame Kahn a box of chocolates. The optimists rejoiced.
- Elie Wiesel
To forget a holocaust is to kill twice.
- Elie Wiesel
After trampling over many bodies and corpses, we succeeded in getting inside. We let ourselves fall to the ground.
- Elie Wiesel
From Jeff Greenfield: I once asked Elie Wiesel Are you an optimist or a pessimist? An optimist, he said. I have to be.
- Elie Wiesel
I was nothing but a body. Perhaps even less: a famished stomach. The stomach alone was measuring time.
- Elie Wiesel
Men to the left! Women to the right! Eight words spokern quietly, indifferently, without emotion. Eight simple, short words. Yet that was the moment when I left my mother.
- Elie Wiesel
The word "chimney" here was not an abstraction; it floated in the air, mingled with the smoke. It was, perhaps, the only word that had a real meaning in this place.
- Elie Wiesel
We marched. Gates opened and closed. We continued to march between the barbed wire. At every step, white signs with black skulls looked down on us. The inscription: WARNING! DANGER OF DEATH. What irony. Was there here a single place where one was not in danger of death?
- Elie Wiesel