“I thought: Now I am like Dante. I walk through hell, but I am not burning.” — Edith Hahn Beer a Dante Copy Share Image
“When an idea is idiotic to begin with, its applications never make any sense.” — Edith Hahn Beer a Idea Copy Share Image
“The soul withdrew to a rational silence. The body remained there in the madness.” — Edith Hahn Beer a Silence Copy Share Image
“Cowardly thoughts, anxious hesitation, Womanish timidity, timorous complaints Won’t keep misery away from you And will not set you free.” — Edith Hahn Beer a Copy Share Image
“Alex Robichek had survived their Italian exile; that Uncle Richard and Aunt Roszi were safe in Sacramento.” — Edith Hahn Beer a Copy Share Image
“They never fought. I mean it: they never fought. In the evening, she did her sewing and he read his paper and… — Edith Hahn Beer a Israelis Copy Share Image
“But I think that every time you hurt somebody you care for, a crack appears in your relationship, a little weakening -… — Edith Hahn Beer a Copy Share Image
“Something always happened, you see. A Yiddish song on Hanukkah, a British rabbi's prayer on the radio, some kindness on a train… — Edith Hahn Beer a Fear Copy Share Image
“She brought forth a piece of wood into which she had burned a French saying which our friend Franz had used to… — Edith Hahn Beer a La vie Copy Share Image
