Quotes About Meaning

Words can sometimes, in moments of grace, attain the quality of deeds.

In the word question, there is a beautiful word-quest. I love that word.

In fact, the question has haunted me for a long time: Does life have meaning after Auschwitz? In a universe cursed because it is guilty, is hope still possible? For a young survivor whose knowledge of life and death surpasses that of his elders, wouldn't suicide be as great a temptation as love or faith?

How do I find God?' you ask. I do not know how, but I do know where-in my fellow man.

The opposite of LOVE is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of ART is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of FAITH is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of LIFE is not DEATH, it's indifference

Do you know what that means? 'Man of God.' An odd name, isn't it? It teaches us that what we call angels are only men. There are no real angels. And men? Oh, there are men, all right, unfortunately for the angels and for ourselves. And what is worse is that they are real.

Man asks and God replies. But we don't understand His replies. We cannot understand them. Because they dwell in the depths of our souls and remain there until we die.

When you die and go to heaven our maker is not going to ask, 'why didn't you discover the cure for such and such? why didn't you become the Messiah?' The only question we will be asked in that precious moment is 'why didn't you become you?' Elie Wiesel

Sion, pour moi, c'était une idée sainte, divine, un espoir messianique, une prière, un battement de coeur—et non un lieu géographique, une réalité politique, une cause au nom de laquelle on meurt ou on tue.

Tek Gözlü Paritus Kelimeler ÅŸark? söylemeye koyulduÄŸunda dans etmeye baÅŸlar?m. diyordu. Gamaliel'in çevresinde ise dans eden dünya. O,dans etmeyi hiç öÄŸrenmedi.

Man comes closer to God through the questions he asks Him, he liked to say. Therein lies true dialogue. Man asks and God replies. But we don't understand His replies. We cannot understand them. Because they dwell in the depths of our souls and remain there until we die. The real answers, Eliezer, you will find only within yourself. "And

A novel about Auschwitz is not a novel—or else it is not about Auschwitz.

Today literature must either be protest or consolation

There are those who tell me that I survived in order to write this text. I am not convinced. I don't know how I survived; I was weak, rather shy; I did nothing to save myself. A miracle? Certainly not. If heaven could or would perform a miracle for me, why not for others more deserving than myself? It was nothing more than chance. However, having survived, I needed to give some meaning to my survival.

Man comes closer to God through the questions he asks Him, he liked to say. Therein lies true dialogue. Man asks and God replies. But we don't understand His replies. We cannot under-stand them. Because they dwell in the depths of our souls and re-main there until we die. The real answers, Eliezer, you will find only within yourself. And why do you pray, Moishe? I asked him. I pray to the God within me for the strength to ask Him the real questions.

Behind me, I heard the same man asking: "For God's sake, where is God?" And from within me, I heard a voice answer: "Where He is? This is where—hanging here from this gallows …" That night, the soup tasted of corpses.

the one I await. You don't think he'll come? I do. He promised. That's my power over him; without me his fate would be incomplete. Whether he likes it or not, I am the keeper of his promise. Should I die before him, without first returning to him his bond and his freedom, his secret would lose its meaning.

Man comes closer to God through the questions he asks Him" - Moshie

For God's sake, where is God?" And from within me, I heard a voice answer: "Where He is? This is where – hanging here from this gallows.

Man comes closer to God through the questions he asks Him, he liked to say.

Suffering confers no privileges; it is what one does with suffering that matters.

Why do you pray? he asked me, after a moment. Why did I pray? A strange question. Why did I live? Why did I breathe?

Meredith immersed herself in the novels. For some reason, fiction hit on the meaning of life so much more concisely than real life itself did.

We are not meant to die merely in order to be dead. God could not want that for the creatures to whom He has given the breath of life. We die in order to live.