Quotes about Resilience
From Jeff Greenfield: I once asked Elie Wiesel Are you an optimist or a pessimist? An optimist, he said. I have to be.
— Elie Wiesel
Judge God. He created the universe and made justice stem from injustices. He brought it about that a people should attain happiness through tears, that the freedom of a nation, like that of a man, should be a monument built upon a pile, a foundation of dead bodies…
— Elie Wiesel
I speak from experience that even in darkness, it is possible to create light and encourage compassion. There it is: I still believe in man in spite of man.
— Elie Wiesel
The word "chimney" here was not an abstraction; it floated in the air, mingled with the smoke. It was, perhaps, the only word that had a real meaning in this place.
— Elie Wiesel
We marched. Gates opened and closed. We continued to march between the barbed wire. At every step, white signs with black skulls looked down on us. The inscription: WARNING! DANGER OF DEATH. What irony. Was there here a single place where one was not in danger of death?
— Elie Wiesel
All right, I told myself. I'll also have to learn to eat. And to love. You can learn anything.
— Elie Wiesel
The barbed wire that encircled us like a wall did not fill us with real fear. In fact, we felt this was not a bad thing; we were entirely among ourselves.
— Elie Wiesel
We were not afraid. And yet, if a bomb had fallen on the blocks, it alone would have claimed hundreds of victims on the spot. But we were no longer afraid of death; at any rate, not of that death. Every bomb that exploded filled us with joy and gave us new confidence in life.
— Elie Wiesel
Our first act as free men was to throw ourselves onto the provisions. thats all we thought about. No thought of revenge, or of parents. Only of bread.
— Elie Wiesel
Suffering confers no privileges; it is what one does with suffering that matters.
— Elie Wiesel
One day I was able to get up, after gathering all my strength. I wanted to see myself in the mirror hanging on the opposite wall. I had not seen myself since the ghetto. From the depths of the mirror, a corpse gazed back at me. The look in his eyes, as they stared into mine, has never left me.
— Elie Wiesel
The world cries for men who are strong; strong in conviction, strong to lead, to stand, to suffer.
— Elisabeth Elliot