439 Quotes About Holocaust

you will remember this number. you will memorize it. you will answer when it is called. you have no name any longer. just a number. any prisoner who forgets his number or doesn't respond when his number is called will be shot. do you understand?

But I can't help thinking about the graves I saw on this summer's trip, and the millions of people in them, and the millions more without graves. The ones who are smoke. And I find that I can feel it, at last. Or that I've always felt it, without knowing what it was: the Holocaust, roaring down the generations like a wave of radiation, eradicating, in everyone it touches, the ability to trust people, experience joy; fall in love, believe in love when you see it in others.("Dancing Men")

He had defended himself against death from without, and then it had carried him off from within.

In wartime, everyone's birthday turns into a commemoration of something so sad.

Night of Broken Glass;dedicated to the victims of the HolocaustDark is the nightI hear your heartbeatIn the room there is no lightFire in the nightI hear them marchingYour boots are brownGlass in my thoughtsHear the fear in this nightShrill screams shatteredI do not hear your heartbeatWhy is the light so bright in the room

And with every cry that escapes a childs lips.. With every piercing scream that leaves a womans mouth, and with every tear that stains a mans face, a small part of me dies each time.. Because with every drop of Assyrian blood that is spilled, I realise more and more that the blood pumping through my veins is fast becoming a 'Limited Edition

My DNA is not negotiable.. I will not sacrifice my dignity nor the dignity of my nation and succumb to such psychopathic dictatorship!!.. The blood in my veins spans back 7000 years.. You cannot alter my genetic makeup nor my genetic beliefs.. I am Assyrian and you cannot alter my identity no matter how many swords you place on my neck!!

They'll never know we were here.

Idealists and reformers all become executioners in their turn. The road to utopia ends with the steps of the scaffold, the endless moment of the guillotine.