439 Quotes About Holocaust

I had nothing to hold on to anymore. My memory had to shatter, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to go on living.

La escasa fe que pudiera tener en el pasado se ha reducido a cenizas.

Al final, esto se parece a un cuento de abuela: quienes no lo hayan visto no lo van a creer, pero no es ningún cuento, es la verdad.

Hoy te vuelvo a ver, madre, después de veintisiete años, y me pregunto si durante todo este tiempo has sido consciente de cuánto daño has hecho a tus hijos. (…) Es difícil decirlo: no siento nada. Al fin y al cabo, eres mi madre. Pero es imposible que sienta amor. No puedo amarte, madre

Los pesados bombarderos rusos pasaban por encima de las casas con un sonido de trueno y soltaban sus proyectiles al azar, buscando al enemigo que jugaba a las escondidas con ellos. En éste juego macabro de gallina ciega, éramos nosotros los que estábamos vendados. Con los ojos cerrados, la cara escondida entre las manos, acechábamos el paso de los aviones y nuestros dedos temblorosos palpaban ansiosamente lo muros chorreantes.

Like many other survivors, I feel an obligation to tell my story again and again. The Holocaust was the scientifically designed, state-sponsored murder of the Jewish people by Nazi Germany and its allies. The Holocaust should never be forgotten and should never happen again.

Marian!" Höfel called after him. "Where are you running to?"But the vortex had already swallowed him up.Kropinski raised the crying bundle over his head so that it should not be crushed in the irrepressible torrent. The child bobbed like a nutshell above the surging heads.It twirled in the eddy through the narrows of the gate. The current swept it along on its liberated billows, which were no longer to be restrained.

I wish I could be built so that stupidity and dullness wouldn't bother me as much, but I just can't help it. It may sound paradoxical, but with time one wishes to be a hermit instead of always being around people. - Doctor Doris Maza

He looked up to the tall spruce trees and noticed an eerie silence envelope the camp. Not a bird sang when the gates to Dachau opened. It seemed an evil-smelling place, and the dreary surroundings befitted this wicked establishment.