Isabella Quotes

“Six million is only a number. But each was somebody's mother, someday's child, somebody's lover, somebody's bride. Potyo was just thirteen; she was my sister. She had the wisdom of a child of war. She was full of fear, yet tiptoed with tenderness, laughter, and love in a world of madmen. She was a weeping willow, a song of sorrow, a poem of infinite beauty.
"Why does Hitler hate me? Why does he love hate, Mama?"
I am only thirteen; I have songs yet to learn, games yet to play. Give me time to live, give me time to die. Mama, how can I do all the living in just an inch of time?”
― Isabella Leitner, Isabella: From Auschwitz to Freedom