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

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

Instead of a homeland I hold the metamorphoses of the world.

- Nelly Sachs

But silence is where victims dwell.

- Nelly Sachs

We mothers rock into the heart of the world the melody of peace.

- Nelly Sachs

To me, a fairy tale seems to have become reality.

- Nelly Sachs

We breathed the air of freedom without knowing the language or any person.

- Nelly Sachs