Tattooist Of Auschwitz Quotes

If you wake up in the morning, it is a good day.

To save one is to save the world,

remember the small things, and the big things will work themselves out.

We stand in shit but let us not drown in it.

I know he is not perfect, but I also know he will always put me first.

Politics will help you understand the world until you don’t understand it anymore, and then it will get you thrown into a prison camp. Politics and religion both.

you will honor them by staying alive, surviving this place and telling the world what happened here.

Lale makes a vow to himself: I will live to leave this place. I will walk out a free man. If there is a hell, I will see these murderers burn in it.

How can someone do this to another human being? He wonders if for the rest of his life, be it short or long, he will be defined by this moment, this irregular number: 32407.

How can a race that is spread out across multiple countries be considered a threat?

It’s only your own space if you make it yours.

To save one is to save the world.

His mother he can see perfectly. But how do you say goodbye to your mother? The person who gave you breath, who taught you how to live?

Be attentive, Lale; remember the small things, and the big things will work themselves out.

His eyes seem to see nothing. He is a man whose soul has died and whose body is waiting to catch up with it.

Did I tell you about Cilka?" "No, Lale, you didn't. Who was Cilka?" "She was the bravest person I ever met. Not the bravest girl, the bravest person.

Everyone affected by war, captivity or aggression reacts differently, and away from it people might try to guess how they would act, or react, in the circumstances, but they do not really know.

Good and evil coexist in the worst of times. It is then when hope shines through.

Then teach me. I want the girl I marry to like me, to be happy with me.' Lale's mother sat down, and he took a seat across from her. 'You must first learn to listen to her. Even if you are tired, never be too tired to listen to what she has to say. Learn what she likes, and more importantly what she doesn't like. When you can, give her little treats - flowers, chocolates - women like these things.

The girls who work there dream of a place far away where there is plenty of everything and life can be what they want it to be. They have decided Canada is such a place.

Choosing to live is an act of defiance, a form of heroism.

Things are as they are. What I can see, feel, hear and smell right now.

Anger is what we feel when we're helpless.

how do you say goodbye to your mother? The person who gave you breath, who taught you how to live? He cannot say goodbye to her.

You must first learn to listen to her. Even if you are tired, never be too tired to listen to what she has to say. Learn what she likes and, more important, what she doesn’t like.

Politics will help you understand the world until you don’t understand it anymore,

And that makes her a hero. You’re a hero, too, my darling. That the two of you have chosen to survive is a type of resistance to these Nazi bastards. Choosing to live is an act of defiance, a form of heroism.

It's time to live now, Cilka," he says. "Without fear, and with the miracle of love." "Is that a poem?" she asks him, smiling through her tears. "It is the beginning of one.

Be attentive, Lale; remember the small things, and the big things will work themselves out.’ He heard his mother’s sweet voice.

Lale’s emotional connection to his mother had shaped the way he related to girls and women. He was attracted to all women, not just physically but emotionally. He loved talking to them; he loved making them feel good about themselves. To him, all women were beautiful and he believed there was no harm in telling them so. His mother and sister subliminally taught Lale what it was a woman wanted from a man, and so far he had spent his life trying to live up to these lessons. “Be attentive, Lale; remember the small things, and the big things will work themselves out.” He heard his mother’s sweet voice.

But she -- she will live. She doesn't know why she has always been sure of that, why she feels she can persist -- keep picking up this needle even though it's as heavy as a brick, keep sewing, keep doing what she has to do -- but she can.

How can a race spread out across multiple countries be considered a threat?

You see your world reflected in a mirror, but I have another mirror I look into mine, and I see a world that will bring yours down.

To him, all women were beautiful and he believed there was no harm in telling them so.

Save the one, save the world,

She was singing. Wow, I thought to myself, they have just lost everything and Mum is singing? She sat me down to tell me what was going on and I asked her, ‘How can you just pack and sing?’ With a big smile on her face she said that when you spend years not knowing if in five minutes’ time you will be dead, there is not much that you can’t deal with. She said, ‘As long as we are alive and healthy, everything will work out for the best.

The tattooing has taken only seconds, but Lale’s shock makes time stand still. He grasps his arm, staring at the number. How can someone do this to another human being? He wonders if for the rest of his life, be it short or long, he will be defined by this moment, this irregular number: 32407.

As long as we are alive and healthy, everything will work out for the best.

I'd thought you'd given up on me.

The twinkling of stars overhead is no longer a comfort. They merely remind him of the chasm between what life can be and what it is now.

As the teller of Lale’s story, I had to identify how memory and history sometimes waltz in step and sometimes strain to part, to present not a lesson in history, of which there are many, but a unique lesson in humanity.

all of these and more. As the teller of Lale’s story, I had to identify how memory and history sometimes waltz in step and sometimes strain to part, to present not a lesson in history, of which there are many, but a unique lesson in humanity.

Nations can threaten other nations. They have power, they have militaries. How can a race that is spread out across multiple countries be considered a threat? For as long as he lives, be it short or long, he knows he will never comprehend this.

Be attentive, Lale, remember the small things, and the big things will work themselves out.

Looking at these photos in this special light we have remembered the past without grief and if we can do that, we can also look ahead without fear.

You must be a cat, because you sure have more lives than anyone else here.

If I must kill one Jew to save ten others, then I will.

Why? What good are books?’ ‘You can learn a lot from them, and girls like it if you can quote lines or recite poetry.

To save one is to save the world,” Lale completes the phrase.

know he is not perfect, but I also know he will always put me first.

You know something, Tätowierer? I bet you’re the only Jew who ever walked into an oven and then walked back out of it.

How can a race that is spread out across multiple countries be considered a threat? For as long as he lives, be it short or long, he knows he will never comprehend this.

Lale’s mother sat down, and he took a seat across from her. ‘You must first learn to listen to her. Even if you are tired, never be too tired to listen to what she has to say. Learn what she likes, and more importantly what she doesn’t like. When you can, give her little treats – flowers, chocolates – women like these things.’ ‘When was the last time Papa brought you a treat?’ ‘It doesn’t matter. You want to know what girls want, not what I get.’ ‘When I’ve got money, I’ll bring you flowers and chocolates, I promise.’ ‘You should save your money for the girl who captures your heart.’ ‘How will I know who she is?’ ‘Oh, you’ll know.’ She drew him into her arms and stroked his hair: her boy, her young man.

You must first learn to listen to her. Even if you are tired, never be too tired to listen to what she has to say. Learn what she likes and, more important, what she doesn’t like. When you can, give her little treats—flowers, chocolates. Women like those things.

Back in his room, Lale carefully places the precious flower beside his bed before falling into a dreamless sleep, but the next morning when he wakes, the petals from his flower have separated and lie curled up beside the black center. Death alone persists in this place.

Lale looks at these young women and realizes that there is nothing left to say. They were brought to this camp as girls, and now—not one of them having yet reached the age of twenty-one—they are broken, damaged young women. He knows they will never grow to be the women they were meant to be. Their futures have been derailed, and there will be no getting back on the same track. The visions they once had of themselves, as daughters, sisters, wives and mothers, workers, travelers, and lovers, will forever be tainted by what they’ve witnessed and endured.

Three crematoria now play their part in the planned extinction of an entire people.

No creo que pueda hacer eso. Dejar cicatrices en el cuerpo de alguien, producirle dolor a alguien… porque eso duele, tú lo sabes.

AND YET HERE HE IS NOW. TWO YEARS HAVE PASSED. HE LIVES in a community largely split into two—Jewish and Romany—identified by their race, not their nationality, and this is something Lale still cannot understand. Nations can threaten other nations. They have power, they have militaries. How can a race that is spread out across multiple countries be considered a threat? For as long as he lives, be it short or long, he knows he will never comprehend this.

THOUGH IT IS BITTERLY COLD AND THE COMPOUND IS A MESS of snow and mud, Lale is upbeat.

keeps his head down, does what he is asked, never argues.

To save one is to save the world.’ Lale completes the phrase.

He must always be wary of this man whose soul is colder than his scalpel.

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Zašto čokolada ima bolji okus kad te netko njome hrani?

who believed they were lucky, you received an extra portion

Nations threaten other nations. They have the power, they have the military. How can a race spread out across multiple countries be considered a threat? For as long as he lives, be it short or long, he knows he will never comprehend this.

That we shouldn't look at each day as a series of tasks we have to get through, but to see each twenty -four hours as a gift from God and cherish individual moments.

He turns to Gita. Don't say anything, she says. Don't you dare say a word. Gita... No. You don't get to say anything to me other than you'll see me tomorrow. That's all I want to hear from you.

What have you got to lose? This is your one chance to get a little physical with the bastards and get away with it.

Maybe I am in the right place after all.

You must first learn to listen to her. Even if you are tired, never be too tired to listen to what she has to say. Learn what she likes and, more important, what she doesn’t like. When you can, give her little treats—flowers, chocolates.

I have no problem with you keeping your faith,” says Lale gently. “In fact, I will encourage your faith if it means a lot to you and keeps you by my side. When we leave here, I will encourage you to practice your faith, and when our babies come along, they can follow their mother’s faith. Does that satisfy you?

I am Commandant Rudolf Hoess. I am in charge here at Auschwitz. The gates you just walked through say: ‘Work makes you free.’ This is your first lesson, your only lesson. Work hard. Do as you are told, and you will go free. Disobey, and there will be consequences. Now you will be processed here, and then you will be taken to your new home: Auschwitz Two-Birkenau.

Lale carefully places the precious flower beside his bed before falling into a dreamless sleep, but the next morning when he wakes, the petals from his flower have separated and lie curled up beside the black center.

You’re a hero, too, my darling. That the two of you have chosen to survive is a type of resistance to these Nazi bastards. Choosing to live is an act of defiance, a form of heroism.

I know it’s a strange thing for me to say, but you will honor them by staying alive, surviving this place and telling the world what happened here.

I will live to leave this place. I will walk out a free man. If there is a hell, I will see these murderers burn in it.

Yes, not as an observer, but a participant. What will my role be now?

In between wiping away tears, she kept taking out clothes he had packed and putting in books “for comfort and a reminder of home, wherever you end up.

How can a race spread out across mutiple countries be considered a threat

No, just a few tears. That's all I'll let those murderers have from me.

I love your hair the way it is now, and I will love it the way it will be in the future.” “But we have no future.” Lale holds her firmly around her waist, forces her to meet his gaze. “Yes, we do. There will be a tomorrow for us.

As they disappear into the darkness, Lale makes a vow to himself: I will live to leave this place. I will walk out a free man. If there is a hell, I will see these murderers burn in it.

To save one is to save the world,” Lale completes the phrase. The

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great commotion.

How did you escape?’ he asks. ‘The march, we ran away from the march.’ ‘Do you know why you were marching? Where you were going?’ Cibi didn’t know – so much made little or no sense: the violence, the torture, the killing machines. She had learned never to question orders. She shakes her head. ‘They were going to use you to bargain for their freedom,’ he tells her, adding, ‘and other reasons too: to carry on working for them, but also to stop you telling your stories to the Allies. Thank God you escaped.

Looking into them, his heart seems simultaneously to stop and begin beating for the first time, pounding, threatening to burst out of his chest.

La conexión emocional con su madre había dado forma a la manera en que se relacionaba con chicas y con mujeres. Se sentía atraído por todas ellas, no sólo física, sino también emocionalmente. Le encantaba hablar con ellas; le encantaba hacer que se sintieran bien consigo mismas. Para él, todas las mujeres eran bellas, y creía que no había nada malo en decírselo. Su madre y también su hermana, de forma subliminal, le enseñaron qué era lo que una mujer quería de un hombre, y hasta ese momento había pasado su vida intentando estar a la alturas de esas lecciones. “Debes estar atento, Lale; recuerda las pequeñas cosas, y las cosas grandes se resolverán por sí solas.” Oía la dulce voz de su madre.

Lale lo mira mientras se va. Sabe que, si alguna vez llegaran a encontrarse en una noche oscura en igualdad de condiciones, sería él quien se alejaría. No tendría reparos en arrebatarle la vida a ese hombre. Lale tendría la última palabra.

Es un hombre cuya alma ha muerto y cuyo cuerpo está esperando darse cuenta de ello.

I will when I find out who it was. Do you know?” “No. I’m sorry. We didn’t exchange names.” Lale closes his eyes for a few moments, letting the sun warm his skin, giving him the energy, the will, to go on. He lifts his sagging shoulders, and resolve seeps back into him. He is still alive. He stands on shaking legs, stretching, trying to breathe new life back into an ailing body in need of rest, nourishment, and hydration. “Sit down, you’re still very weak.” Conceding the obvious, Lale does so. Only now his back is straighter, his voice firmer. He gives Pepan a smile. The old Lale is back, almost as hungry

Save the one, save the world,” Lale says quietly, more to himself than the others.

We shouldn't look at each day as a series of tasks we have to get through, but to see each twenty-four hours as a gift from God and cherish individual moments.

If you wake up in the morning, it is a good day.

Then, with Gita's arms around Lale's waist and her head resting on his shoulder, they walk away, merging into the crowded street, one young couple among many in a war-ravaged city.

Necesito sentir el dolor con el que me despierto todas las mañanas al saber que estoy viva y mi familia no. Ese dolor es mi castigo por haber sobrevivido y necesito sentirlo, vivirlo.

You must first learn to listen to her. Even if you are tired, never be too tired to listen to what she has to say.

Politics will help you understand the world until you don’t understand it anymore, and then it will get you thrown into a prison camp.