There’s things that happen in a person’s life that are so scorched in the memory and burned into the heart that there’s no forgetting them.
What exactly was the difference? he wondered to himself. And who decided which people wore the striped pajamas and which people wore the uniforms?
Bruno: We’re not supposed to be friends, you and me. We’re meant to be enemies. Did you know that?
It’s so unfair, I don’t see whij I have to be stuck over here on this side of the fence where there’s no one to talk to and no one to play with and you get to have dozens of friends are probably playing for hours every day, I’ll have to speak to Father about it.
Seated opposite me in the railway carriage, the elderly lady in the fox-fur shawl was recalling some of the murders that she had committed over the years.
Hay veces en que le envidio su juventud, pero trato de no pensar mucho en eso. Un anciano no debe tener celos de aquellos que vienen a ocupar su puesto, y recordar el tiempo en que era joven, sano y viril es un acto de masoquismo que no sirve de nada.
For a moment he considered running across the platform to tell people about the empty seats in the carriage, but he decided not to as something told him that if it didn’t make Mother angry, it would probably make Gretel furious, and that would be worse still.
Life is suffering. Until the great day of judgement, when peace and equanimity may be restored for those who are pure of heart and deed.
La experiencia es la madre de la ciencia.
Their lost voices Must continue to be heard.