After Long Silence Quotes

“We were opposites in every way until we grew up, left home, and discovered we were more alike than we'd thought. Sisters only get to be opposites within the family; separated by the world, they become practically identical.”
― Helen Fremont, After Long Silence: A Memoir

“History is a card table full of illusions, and we must sort through and pick the ones we wish to believe.”
― Helen Fremont, After Long Silence: A Memoir

“Families always bind loved ones in ways both supportive and constrictive.”
― Helen Fremont, After Long Silence: A Memoir

“And the contrast between our families hit me like a King James Version falling from the sky.”
― Helen Fremont, After Long Silence: A Memoir

“The truth lies somewhere between the reasons and the stories.”
― Helen Fremont, After Long Silence: A Memoir

“Perhaps it was evening, the bruised plum of dusk,”
― Helen Fremont, After Long Silence: A Memoir

“The snow turned purple, a deep, dark contemplative color.”
― Helen Fremont, After Long Silence: A Memoir

“the sun rose like an emperor, beaming over a shocked blue sky.”
― Helen Fremont, After Long Silence: A Memoir

“Thousands of Polish soldiers rushed west to fight the invading German army, while the Polish government slipped out the back door and raced for neutral Rumania.”
― Helen Fremont, After Long Silence: A Memoir

“History tumbled from every street corner and stuck to her heels as she walked down the sidewalk.”
― Helen Fremont, After Long Silence: A Memoir

“supported by the National Socialist political party, or “Endeks,” encouraged by teachers and university professors, condoned by the government, ignored by the police.”
― Helen Fremont, After Long Silence: A Memoir

“where you swallowed a terrible silence.”
― Helen Fremont, After Long Silence: A Memoir

“Zosia, with the long arm of their mother, lobbing Mom across the ocean.”
― Helen Fremont, After Long Silence: A Memoir

“This is all there is! So that you children will know and live right!”
― Helen Fremont, After Long Silence: A Memoir

“Suddenly a frenzied high-pitched shriek behind us. Henry Klein, a stocky survivor from Dniepa, had burst into wild, piercing sobs. Turning away from us, he began to howl Kaddish, his voice shrill. His children stood by, stunned. He was doubled over now, hands on”
― Helen Fremont, After Long Silence: A Memoir