Eva Braun Quotes

In spite of photographs taken in beer halls or nightclubs showing her cuddling up to some strapping, smirking youth, it seems that the romantic cliché was true: when she met Adolf Hitler, Eva Braun met her destiny

By no means would I describe Adolph Hitler as sexually normal in his relationships with women. In the case of Eva Braun in particular, it seems clear to me that aside from occasional passionate episodes there was no sexual activity at all for long periods of time. The effect of this on Hitler I do not know, but Eva Braun's misery was well-known at headquarters. During the long dry spells she was irritable, impatient and quick to anger. She smoked much more and was incessantly lighting one cigarette after another. By contrast, when once in a great while Hitler's more human feelings expressed themselves in a sudden cloudburst, her manner changed completely. Eva at such times was radiant, flushed with happiness. Her natural warmth and high spirits returned, and she seemed to sparkle again like the cheerful and spontaneous girl she once was. Though it seems obscene to pity one individual human being with so many millions dead, I do believe that Eva Braun was the loneliest woman I ever knew.

Dr. Kevorkian has just unstrapped me from the gurney after yet another controlled near-death experience. I was lucky enough on this trip to interview none other than the late Adolf Hitler. I was gratified to learn that he now feels remorse for any actions of his, however indirectly, which might have had anything to do with the violent deaths suffered by thirty-five million people during World War II. He and his mistress Eva Braun, of course, were among those casualties, along with four million other Germans, six million Jews, eighteen million members of the Soviet Union, and so on. I paid my dues along with everybody else,” he said. It is his hope that a modest monument, possibly a stone cross, since he was a Christian, will be erected somewhere in his memory, possibly on the grounds of the United Nations headquarters in New York. It should be incised, he said, with his name and dates 1889-1945. Underneath should be a two-word sentence in German: “Entschuldigen Sie.” Roughly translated into English, this comes out, “I Beg Your Pardon,” or “Excuse Me.

Though Eva Braun had a birdlike mind and made no intellectual impression on Hitler at all—perhaps this is one reason he preferred her company to that of intelligent women—it is obvious that his influence on her, as on so many others, was total.

He loved children and used to dandle me on his knee. This was how the title came about for this book, Uncle Hitler, although in the old German tradition, I called him Uncle Adolf, even though I was not related to him. This was a sign of respect to an older person, which is why I called Frau Eva ‘Aunty Eva’. However, little did I know at that time what revulsion the name Adolf Hitler would eventually invoke in the decent conscience of the world.

You couldn't necessarily judge a woman by the man she slept with. (Or could you?)

A very important man used to visit her sometimes, and I met him too. He loved children and used to dandle me on his knee. This was how the title came about for this book, Uncle Hitler, although in the old German tradition, I called him Uncle Adolf, even though I was not related to him. This was a sign of respect to an older person, which is why I called Frau Eva ‘Aunty Eva’.

Then on April 30th 1945, Hitler and Eva Braun commited suicide as an American Lieutenant Walter William Horn took possession of it. He gave it to American General George S Patton. The rest of the story you all know from the vignette. It was returned by the Americans and today resides back at the Hofburg museum in Vienna, Austria.

Napoleon, the King, Spiderman, Donald and Joey, Che Guevara, Eva Braun.

being the son of Michael Rockefeller, while also being the great grandson of Nazi Eva Von Braun and Adolf Hitler.

آدم علی رغم همه ی استقلال طلبی ها و خودخواهی هایش به این که شرایطش، محیطش و حرف هایش را با کسی سهیم باشد تمایل دارد. هیتلر با آن همه خودکامگی عاشق اوا براون بود. چرا؟ چرا کسی که میخواهد دنیا را به سلطه ی خودش دربیاورد هم، نیاز دارد تمام دستاوردهایش را با کسی شریک شود و حتی قبل خودکشی شان آن را رسمی هم بکند!" پیک "شاید روزهای آخر فهمیده فتح نگاه یک زن از فتح تمام مرزهای دنیا با ارزش تر است." ------------------------------------------------- Despite all his independence and selfishness, one tends to share one's circumstances, one's environment and one's words with someone. Hitler loved Eva Braun with all his dictatorship. Why? "Why does anyone who wants to dominate the world need to share all his achievements with someone and make it official even before they commit suicide?" "Perhaps in the last days he has realized that conquering a woman's gaze is more valuable than conquering all the borders of the world.

Red Heat pussy does not compete to Eva Braun, Moby Dick.

Autograph of Hitler, Eva Braun, Himmler and Goebbels are one.

I refuse to accept, Theo Weterings, Nazi pimp of the Hague.

My Mother is like Eva Braun. She never improved the world.

Hitler told the women that they must prepare to leave for the Berghof like the others. Eva Braun smiled and went to him. ‘You know that I am never going to leave you,’ she said. ‘I will stay by your side.’ He pulled her head down to him and, in front of everybody, kissed her full on the lips. This act astonished all who knew him. Traudl Junge and Gerda Christian said that they would stay too. Hitler looked at them fondly. ‘If only my generals had been as brave as you,’ he said. He dispensed cyanide pills to them as a farewell present.

Strauss finished Metamorphosen on April 12, 1945. Franklin Delano Roosevelt died the same day. Samuel Barber's Adagio for Strings, vaguely similar in tone to the music that Strauss had just composed, played on American radio. That afternoon in the ruins of Berlin, the Berlin Philharmonic presented an impeccably Hitlerish program that included Beethoven's Violin Concerto, Bruckner's Romantic Symphony, and the Immolation Scene from Götterdämmerung. After the concert, members of the Hitler Youth distributed cyanide capsules to the audience, or so the rumor went. Hitler marked his fifty-sixth birthday on April 20. Ten days later, he shot himself in the mouth. In accordance with his final instructions, the body was incinerated alongside that of Eva Braun. Hitler possibly envisaged his immolation as a reprise of that final scene of the Ring, in which Brünnhilde builds a pyre for Siegfried and rides into the flames. Or he may have hoped to reenact the love-death of Tristan—whose music, he once told his secretary, he wished to hear as he died. Walther Funk thought that Hitler had modeled the scorched-earth policy of the regime's last phase on Wagner's grand finale: "Everything had to go down in ruins with Hitler him-self, as a sort of false Götterdämmerung" Such an extravagant gesture would have fulfilled the prophecy of Walter Benjamin, who wrote that fascist humanity would "experience its own annihilation as a supreme aesthetic pleasure." But there is no evidence that the drug-addled Führer was thinking about Wagner or listening to music in the last days and hours of his life. Eyewitness reports suggest that the grim ceremony in the bombed-out Chancellery garden—two gasoline-soaked corpses burning fitfully, the one intact, the other with its skull caved in—was something other than a work of art.

Yet Götterdämmerung is no apocalypse: it envisions a transfer of power, from gods to people. It is also the redress of a wrong, restoring the Ring from the illusory heights to the truthful depths. Wotan, very unlike Hitler, has repented of his megalomania: "I longed in my heart for power ... I acted unfairly… I did not return the ring to the Rhine... The curse that I fed will not flee from me now." The conductor Christoph von Dohnányi, whose father, Hans, was part of the anti-Nazi resistance, once told me: "When I really think about Wagner, I don't discover anything that had to lead to Hitler. And what happens here"—we were looking at the score of Walkure, at Wotan's cries of shame—"is not something that any fascist could have written. Because it is not simplifying. It is a 'giving up' thing. Wagner abused power but hated the state." "Götterdämmerung" is the wrong word for the scenes that unfolded in Berlin during the war's last days: the double suicide of Hitler and Eva Braun, the suicides of Josef and Magda Goebbels, the murder of the Goebbels children, the killing of Hitler's dogs.

There was also another, more personal reason that linked the two men: Hitler’s lover, Eva Braun, had previously worked as an assistant for Hoffmann, who had introduced the two in his Munich photographic shop in 1929.

It’s called stalking, and it’s a class four felony. Remember when you were convinced that Mom Hoogstratten had once been Eva Braun?

The possibility of a repetition of the absolute rule by one man, surrounded by weaklings, must be prevented for all time to come.

Never again must the path of a nation be allowed to depend so exclusively on one pair of eyes; or to be determined to such an extent by the mind and the abilities of a single man, as was the case in the era of Adolf Hitler.

she tried to understand and perhaps to share the mind and thoughts of the Führer. To attain this object, she began studiously to read and to improve her knowledge and general educational outlook.

Hitler was not the complete lover pictured in Eva's romantic young heart, but he was the man to comfort her and care for her like a father. Hitler always tried to make life for her with him as pleasant and happy as possible.

Germany attacked a country of 180 million people. In the end it would be the spirit of the Soviet people that defeated the Nazi invaders.

His main stimulus was his enormous egotism and hunger for power. A life without power was impossible for him.[1]

We must never forget that words and their meaning are two subtly distinct things. The word remains the same but the meaning changes.

She did not however try seriously to influence Hitler, who would not have put up with it either.

Though she suffered greatly under this state of affairs, she would not give up her right to criticize Hitler to an extent that brought her into danger.

Hitler noticed that he did not have the new headdress that went with the uniform. Linge handed Hitler the old cap he had worn to the reception as Hitler stated that he needed the new one. Linge said: “One moment my Führer” went upstairs to the top of the stairs with the old headdress, waited a few minutes, came down again and said: “Here my Fuhrer”[53] as Hitler put the old headdress on. Linge knew how to treat Hitler and how he would react.

Hitler’s theory that a catchword give the unthinking mob not only the material fair an idea, but also furnished them with the pleasant illusion that they are thinking themselves

Hess was the only one who stood up to Hitler and not being insulted by his injustices which Frau Winter sometimes felt very keenly.

One guy named Lars was writing a six-hundred-page poem on Hitler’s last days in the bunker, written from the viewpoint of Eva Braun’s dog. His first reading consisted of ten minutes of barking. “It sets the mood,” he explained, and he was correct if that mood was to punch him hard in the face. Natalie’s

Hitler gave her a choice of four apartments in Munich, one flat lived in by a Jewish couple. Unity is reported to have then visited the apartment to discuss her decoration and design plans, while the soon-to-be-dispossessed couple still sat in the kitchen crying.

Leni slid down from her profitable glaciers, wrapped her trim figure in a swastika flag and energetically went to work on a series of films dedicated to a man with a lock of hair over his forehead and a cloud of hate over his mind.

Hitler’s pre-war activity was not a formation of opinions diligently worked out with the help of many individual observations, but one of emotional judgments influenced by many factors, often, with an attempt at rationalization after the event.

My name is Olivia Braun. I am the only surviving relative to the leaders of Aeropia, a legacy I am not proud of, but one I must set straight before I walk into the next life. I am not a child. Many have looked at me and thought that. Small and weak, so insignificant, they believed me a frail little girl. I wasn’t. I am a survivor. I’ve lived through more than you can imagine, in a world where two wrongs made a right and deciding which side of the line you stood on was as important as taking your next breath.