But silence is where victims dwell.
When sleep enters the body like smoke and man journeys into the abyss like an extinguished star that is lighted elsewhere, then all quarrel ceases, o… - Nelly Sachs
When sleep enters the body like smoke and man journeys into the abyss like an extinguished star that is lighted elsewhere, then all quarrel ceases, o…
- Nelly Sachs
World, they have taken the small children like butterflies and thrown them, beating their wings, into the fire-- - Nelly Sachs
World, they have taken the small children like butterflies and thrown them, beating their wings, into the fire--
But silence is where victims dwell. - Nelly Sachs
Instead of a homeland I hold the metamorphoses of the world. - Nelly Sachs
Instead of a homeland I hold the metamorphoses of the world.
When sleep leaves the body like smoke and man, sated with secrets, drives the overworked nag of quarrel out of its stall, then the fire-breathing uni… - Nelly Sachs
When sleep leaves the body like smoke and man, sated with secrets, drives the overworked nag of quarrel out of its stall, then the fire-breathing uni…
We mothers rock into the heart of the world the melody of peace. - Nelly Sachs
We mothers rock into the heart of the world the melody of peace.
To me, a fairy tale seems to have become reality. - Nelly Sachs
To me, a fairy tale seems to have become reality.
We breathed the air of freedom without knowing the language or any person. - Nelly Sachs
We breathed the air of freedom without knowing the language or any person.
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