I've just been playing the Trout Quintet on the phonograph. Listening to the andantino makes me want to be a trout myself. You can't help rejoicing and laughing, however moved or sad you feel, when you see the springtime clouds… — Sophie Scholl Copy Share Image
I've been thinking of a story from the Old Testament: Moses stood all day and all night with outstretched arms, praying to God for… — Sophie Scholl Copy Share Image
When I was able to get home it first hit me that you had left and I couldn't do anything about it. Every day before that an evening with you was waiting for me after school, now no more, strange feeling. I had grown too accustomed to your warmth. That is also a danger. At home I looked at the… — Sophie Scholl Copy Share
I shall cling to the rope God has thrown me in Jesus Christ, even if my numb hands can no longer feel it. — Sophie Scholl Copy Share Image
Who would have thought it possible that a tiny flower could preoccupy a person so completely that there simply wasn't room for any other… — Sophie Scholl Copy Share Image
How can we expect righteousness to prevail when there is hardly anyone willing to give himself up individually to a righteous cause. Such a… — Sophie Scholl Copy Share Image
How can we expect fate to let a righteous cause prevail when there is hardly anyone who will give himself up undividedly to a… — Sophie Scholl Copy Share Image
Isn't it a riddle . . . and awe-inspiring, that everything is so beautiful? Despite the horror. Lately I've noticed something grand and mysterious peering through my sheer joy in all that is beautiful, a sense of its creator . . . Only man can be truly ugly, because he has the free will to estrange himself from this song… — Sophie Scholl Copy Share
The more they lack material things, the more they indulge themselves when they can, but the less is their satisfaction with this world and… — Sophie Scholl Copy Share Image
