The soldier stared at Ingrid. His silence was elastic, slowly curling a rope around her neck.
They chose hope over hate and showed the world that even through the darkest night, there is light.
But I had learned to read very young. They could never take that away from me.
There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion. – Sir Francis Bacon.
Evil will rule until good men or women choose to act.
I clung to my rusted dreams during the times of silence. It was at gunpoint that I fell into every hope and allowed myself to wish from the deepest part of my heart.
Hope, like oxygen, is what kept her going.
You must be brave,” says Rafa. “One Texano against three Vallecanos.” “Bravery and stupidity are sometimes interchangeable.” Rafa lights up. “Yes! But fear brings dimension to our lives. Without fear we will never meet courage.
The sinking of the Gustloff is the largest maritime disaster, yet the world still knows nothing of it. I often wonder, will that ever change or will it remain just another secret swallowed by war? You.
When the survivors are gone we must not let the truth disappear with them. Please, give them a voice.
Ladies and gentlemen, we have a match. The two kids both have hand-me-down names of the ill repute.” Jesse turned to me. “But actually, I win. You’re named after a madam. I’m named after a murderer. So mine’s worse.
A woman nearby fell to her knees, sobbing. ‘They say I can only choose one child for the ship. How can I choose? Please don’t make me choose.
We were not Germanizable. But our soil was.
The brutality was shocking. Disgraceful acts of inhumanity. No one wanted to fall into the hands of the enemy. But it was growing harder to distinguish who the enemy was.
Komorov thought he was torturing us. But we were escaping into a stillness within ourselves. We found strength there.
Success meant survival. Failure meant death. I wanted life. I wanted to survive.
Revolting. If women were so careless to become pregnant at such a time, let women sort it out.
And you be careful of that Richard Lockwell,” said Cokie. “He’s a kitten killer.” “He’s a ladies’ man?” Patrick laughed. “Aw, no, that ain’t what I mean. When he was young, he hung four kittens in the Quarter. Lord, you should have seen people chase him. He’s not right in the head.
Yes, most are very happy. But they have no parents.” Sister exhales her annoyance. “It is better to have no parents than the wrong parents.
We pushed to the edge of recklessness, yet I felt safe.