"Night" Quotes

The yellow star? Oh well, what of it? You don't die of it...

I stopped praying. Why should I bless His name? The Eternal, Lord of the Universe, the All-Powerful and Terrible, was silent. What had I to thank Him for?

Never shall I forget those moments that murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to ashes.

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.

I was nothing but a body. Perhaps less than that even: a starved stomach. The stomach alone was aware of the passage of time.

There are a thousand and one gates leading into the orchard of mystical truth. Every human being has his own gate. We must never make the mistake of wanting to enter the orchard by any gate but our own.

I believe it important to emphasize how strongly I feel that books, just like people, have a destiny. Some invite sorrow, others joy, some both.

I had known that moment the most important of my life, the most important in every life: the moment when a human being discovers his true nature, the moment when he begins to fulfill his destiny.

It was good that I had forgotten all those things, but now it was no longer possible to do so.

We were masters of nature, masters of the world. We had forgotten everything—death, fatigue, our natural needs. Stronger than cold or hunger, stronger than the shots and the desire to die, condemned and wandering, mere numbers, we were the only men on earth.