I shook with helplessness and rage, but also with fear. This was what fighting back earned you. More abuse. More death. Half a dozen Jews would be murdered today because one man refused to die without a fight. To fight back was to die quickly and to take others with you.
This was why prisoners went meekly to their deaths. I had been so resolved to fight back, but I knew then that I wouldn't. To suffer quietly hurt only you. To suffer loudly, violently, angrily--to fight back--was to bring hurt and pain and death to others.
Stichwörter: pain wwii death holocaust nazis concentration-camps fighting-back
Remember: You are no one. You have no name. You do not speak, you do not look at them, you do not volunteer for anything. You work, bot not so hard they notice you. Gizela. Zytka. Your parents, Oskar and Mina. They are dead and gone now, Yanek, and we would grieve for them if we could. But we have only one purpose now: survive. Survive at all costs, Yanek. We cannot let these monsters tear us from the pages of the world.
Alan GratzStichwörter: wwii death survival holocaust jews
I've always figured it that you die each day and each day is a box, you see, all numbered and neat; but never go back and lift the lids, because you've died a couple of thousand times in your life, and that's a lot of corpses, each dead a different way, each with a worse expression. Each of those days is a different you, somebody you don't know or understand or want to understand.
Ray BradburyStichwörter: life death change aging maturing
The dust the party raised was quickly dispersed and lost in the immensity of that landscape and there was no dust other for the pale sutler who pursued them drives unseen and his lean horse and his lean cart leave no track upon such ground or any ground. By a thousand fires in the iron blue dusk he keeps his commissary and he’s a wry and grinning tradesman good to follow every campaign or hound men from their holds in just those whited regions where they’ve gone to hide from God.
Cormac McCarthyStichwörter: death
Some of us -" She paused as she sought the words. " - don't die unless we want to. The selfish ones never do.
Alex BledsoeStichwörter: death selfishness
To build a church when a school house is needed is to perpetrate a theft upon education.
To build a church when a hospital is needed is to take from the parched lips of the sick the cup of relief and from the suffering the merciful hand of help.
When the object of man's conduct will be to improve the conditions of his fellow man and not the appeasement of a mythical God, he will become more understanding and more indulgent of the frailties, mistakes, and action of others, and by the same token he will become more appreciative of their efforts.
He will develop a greater consciousness to avoid mistakes and to prevent injury. Life and its living will take on a greater significance, and our efforts and energies will be devoted to creating as much joy and happiness as possible for all living creatures.
Stichwörter: life consciousness happiness education school man humanity death joy theft appreciate sick hospital mythical condition parched-lips
Unless death is made a lesson for the living, the life lived is wasted.
Why should life come into existence only to be destroyed? One dies and another is born—for what? A few miserable hours of life—then oblivion!
With this recognition of the finality of death, no one should willingly withhold acts that would bring benefits, joy or happiness to others. In death, the hesitant act can no longer be performed—the word of praise is as impossible as yesterday's return.
What perversity justified inflicting pain, suffering and death upon others who have done no wrong? If death ends all, why fight while we are living? Why shorten life with unnecessary pain and suffering? How futile are the petty problems of individuals, with their hates and jealousies, when all vanish with death?
All the prayers in the world cannot wipe out one injustice.
Every wrong is irreparable.
The dead cannot forgive.
All the tears and sighs are of no avail.
Forgiveness cannot be granted when lips cannot move.
Praise cannot be heard when ears cannot hear; joy cannot be experienced when the heart no longer beats; and the happiness of an affectionate embrace can no longer be felt when arms are limp and the eyes are forever closed.
Stichwörter: life pain injustice death joy embrace suffering forgiveness tears wrong praise oblivion finality finite
Les hommes ne sont convaincus de vos raisons, de votre sincérité, et de la gravité de vos peines, que par votre mort. Tant que vous êtes en vie, votre cas est douteux, vous n'avez droit qu'à leur scepticisme. Alors, s'il y avait une seule certitude qu'on puisse jouir du spectacle, cela vaudrait la peine de leur prouver ce qu'ils ne veulent pas croire, et de les étonner. Mais vous vous tuez et qu'importe qu'ils vous croient ou non : vous n'êtes pas là pour recueillir leur étonnement et leur contrition, d'ailleurs fugace, pour assister enfin, selon le rêve de chaque homme, à vos propres funérailles. Pour cesser d'être douteux, il faut cesser d'être, tout bellement.
Albert CamusStichwörter: life death albert-camus camus la-chute
For, truly, the man who does not know when to die, does not know how to live.
John RuskinStichwörter: life death living
—Mi señor —dijo—, el rey Robert nos ha dejado. Los dioses le den descanso. —No —replicó Ned—. Robert detestaba descansar. Los dioses le den amor, risas y la gloria de la batalla.
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