Auschwitzes Quotes & Sayings

You make such a noise falling! You scatter all my winter dreams — Kahlil Gibran

Richard Nixon as a 12-year-old was given a portrait of Lincoln that he hung over his bed. Nixon also justified what would later be seen as abuses of power by comparing America in the Vietnam era to the country during the Civil War. — Richard Norton Smith

It is important to draw out the pastoral consequences of the Council's teaching, which reflects an ancient conviction of the Church. First, it needs to be said that in preaching the Gospel a fitting sense of proportion has to be maintained. — Pope Francis

The best friend a man can have is reading and writing, and the bad ones to avoid are Go and chess and flute and pipe. — Hojo Soun

Science fiction films are not about science. They are about disaster, which is one of the oldest subjects of art. — Susan Sontag

Honestly, I'm just so fed up with you. I'm at my wits' end.'
Since my mother is always at her wits' end, I'm surprised she had any wits left. — Han Nolan

All the Dachaus must remain standing. The Dachaus, the Belsens, the Buchenwalds, the Auschwitzes -all of them. They must remain standing because they are a monument to a moment in time when some men decided to turn the earth into a graveyard, into it they shoveled all of their reason, their logic, their knowledge, but worst of all their conscience. And the moment we forget this, the moment we cease to be haunted by its rememberance. Then we become the grave diggers. — Rod Serling

I want to make my contribution to humanity so that there will be no more Auschwitzes. Children who are born wanted and are given love and attention will not build concentration camps. — Henry Morgentaler

I had to choose between American and British actors, and it didn't take me more than a second to decide: Russians are Europeans and should be played by other Europeans. — Jean-Jacques Annaud

No more Guernicas, no more Auschwitzes, no more Hiroshimas, no more Setifs. Hooray! But what about the impossibility of living, what about this stifling mediocrity and this absence of passion? What about the jealous fury in which the rankling of never being ourselves drives us to imagine that other people are happy? What about this feeling of never really being inside your own skin? — Raoul Vaneigem