Book: Children Of Liberty

<...> most people settle for a job, a roof over your head, a short vacation Sunday and I believe that this is happiness; they are glad to be calm, and not because you live! Let the neighbors suffer until the trouble has not touched them, they prefer to close my eyes to pretend that evil exists in the world. And it's not always cowardice. For some people, life itself requires considerable courage.

It's amazing: praise even the most that neither is modest, able to touch anyone. Well, if you think about it, any of us hurt, really hurt, if people ignore you like you're invisible.

It remains to take only a few Bastile.

You explain to them that on earth there is nothing more important than this bloody freedom, is able to submit to the one who paid for it more give. And you will tell them that this whore freedom like love real men that she will never succumb to those who want to lock it in four walls, and grants victory only to those who respect it and does not seek to lay to his bed.

I really like the verb "to resist". Resist what smothers us, to resist prejudices, hasty conclusions, rapidly judge others, all the bad things that sits in us and only waiting for the right opportunity to break out; to resist the urge to throw everything and everyone, the thirst for sympathy for others, the need to talk about yourself and forget about others, fashions, unhealthy ambitions and prevailing chaos. To resist... and smile.

We fight not to die but to live.

She finally Damir smiled and decided to answer. She probably felt like me - girls, because once it's truncated, often even before we realize that.

Mom always told us that the man is alive as long as he has hope.

Madame pil-GI put a hand on her shoulder; with the other hand she draws the lace curtain so that the bottom did not notice them. Giselle sees mom put in a black car. She wants to shout: mom, I love you I'll love you always, you were the best mom in the world. But I can not speak, and she struggled thinking about this - this violent love must pierce a pane of glass, to reach the mother. She hoped that mother's there, outside, hears her words that she barely heard mutters through gritted teeth to the pain.

A ten-year-old girl on the 6th floor of the house in Toulouse looks like forever her mother. She understand that the mother will not return, father long explained to her that the arrested Jews never come back, that's why she needs tightly to remember their new name, not to be mistaken, when you want to call it...

Hard to die for the freedom of other people when you are only sixteen years old.

For some people, life itself requires courage.

Feelings overcome any, the most strong grid and fearlessly unleashed, not recognizing neither national boundaries nor linguistic and religious barriers. They are free, they find each other, despite the prison, invented by people.

I'll love you tomorrow, because today I'm not familiar with.