Man I'm sad now from fucking reading Elie Wisel's Night. I mean fucking read this quote from the book.
"Where is He? Here He is--He is hanging here on this gallows." he's talking about God.
And the book is about a World War II concentration camp.
And this:
"Yet another last night. The last night at home, the last night in the ghetto, the last night in the train, and, now, the last night in Buna. How much longer were our lives to be dragged out from one 'last night' to another?"
"Where is He? Here He is--He is hanging here on this gallows." he's talking about God.
And the book is about a World War II concentration camp.
And this:
"Yet another last night. The last night at home, the last night in the ghetto, the last night in the train, and, now, the last night in Buna. How much longer were our lives to be dragged out from one 'last night' to another?"
