Never shall I forget the little faces of the children, whose bodies turned into wreaths of smoke beneath a silent blue sky.
Elie WieselThe darkness enveloped us. All I could hear was the violin and it was as if Juliek's soul had become the bow. He was playing his life...He played that which he would never play again.
Elie WieselHope is like peace. It is not a gift from God. It is a gift only we can give one another.
Elie WieselAcutely aware of the poverty of my means, language became obstacle. At every page I thought, 'That's not it.' So I began again with other verbs and other images. No, that wasn't it either. But what exactly was that it I was searching for? It must have been all that eludes us, hidden behind a veil so as not to be stolen, usurped and trivialized. Words seemed weak and pale.
Elie Wiesel