Who would have thought it possible that a tiny flower could preoccupy a person so completely that there simply wasn't room for any other thought. Sophie Scholl More Quotes by Sophie Scholl More Quotes From Sophie Scholl How can we expect righteousness to prevail when there is hardly anyone willing to give himself up individually to a righteous cause. Such a fine, sunny day, and I have to go, but what does my death matter, if through us, thousands of people are awakened and stirred to action? Sophie Scholl doe giving people It's the reductionist approach to life: if you keep it small, you'll keep it under control. If you don't make any noise, the bogeyman won't find you. But it's all an illusion, because they die too, those people who roll up their spirits into tiny little balls so as to be safe. Safe?! From what? Life is always on the edge of death; narrow streets lead to the same place as wide avenues, and a little candle burns itself out just like a flaming torch does. I choose my own way to burn. Sophie Scholl torches doe people Stand up for what you believe in even if you are standing alone Sophie Scholl stand-alone standing-alone believe I shall cling to the rope God has thrown me in Jesus Christ, even if my numb hands can no longer feel it. Sophie Scholl rope hands jesus Somebody, after all, had to make a start. What we wrote and said is also believed by many others. They just don't dare express themselves as we did. Sophie Scholl liberty said life Laws change. Conscience doesn't. Sophie Scholl conscience law One must have a tough mind, and a soft heart. Sophie Scholl tough mind heart How can we expect fate to let a righteous cause prevail when there is hardly anyone who will give himself up undividedly to a righteous cause? Sophie Scholl fate causes giving And I could weep at how mean people are and how they betray their fellow creatures, perhaps for the sake of personal advantage. It is enough to make a person lose heart sometimes. I often wish I lived on a Robinson Crusoe island. Sophie Scholl islands heart mean An end in terror is preferable to terror without end. Sophie Scholl terror ends I've been thinking of a story from the Old Testament: Moses stood all day and all night with outstretched arms, praying to God for victory. And whenever he let down his arms, the enemy prevailed over the children of Israel. Are there still people today who never weary of directing all their thinking and all their energy, single-heartedly, to one cause? Sophie Scholl night children thinking I've just been playing the Trout Quintet on the phonograph. Listening to the andantino makes me want to be a trout myself. You can't help rejoicing and laughing, however moved or sad you feel, when you see the springtime clouds in the sky, the budding branches, moved by the wind, in the bright early sunlight. I'm really looking forward to the spring again. In that piece of Schubert's you can positively feel and smell the breeze and hear the birds and the whole of creation shouting for joy. Sophie Scholl clouds spring wind I am, now as before, of the opinion that I did the best that I could do for my nation. I therefore do not regret my conduct and will bear the consequences that result from my conduct. Sophie Scholl opinion regret bears Many people think of our times as being the last before the end of the world. The evidence of horror all around us makes this seem possible. But isn't that an idea of only minor importance? Doesn't every human being, no matter which era he lives in, always have to reckon with being accountable to God at any moment? Can I know whether I'll be alive tomorrow morning? A bomb could destroy all of us tonight. And then my guilt would not be one bit less than if I perished together with the arth and the stars. Sophie Scholl stars morning thinking It was a sunny day, I was carrying a child in a white dress to be christened. The path to the church led up a steep slope, but I held the child in my arms firmly and without faltering. Then suddenly my footing gave way ... I had enough time to put the child down before plunging into the abyss. The child is our idea. In spite of all obstacles it will prevail. Sophie Scholl white children ideas Isn't it a riddle . . . and awe-inspiring, that everything is so beautiful? Despite the horror. Lately I've noticed something grand and mysterious peering through my sheer joy in all that is beautiful, a sense of its creator . . . Only man can be truly ugly, because he has the free will to estrange himself from this song of praise. It often seems that he'll manage to drown out this hymn with his cannon thunder, curses and blasphemy. But during this past spring it has dawned upon me that he won't be able to do this. And so I want to try and throw myself on the side of the victor. Sophie Scholl spring song beautiful I can't be overwhelmingly happy. I'm never free for a moment day and night from the uncertainty in which we live these days, which excludes any carefree plans for tomorrow and casts a shadow over all the days to come. Sophie Scholl shadow tomorrow night The sun still shines. Sophie Scholl stills shining sun I know that life is a doorway to eternity, and yet my heart so often gets lost in petty anxieties. It forgets the great way home that lies before it. Sophie Scholl home heart lying God, you are my refuge into eternity Sophie Scholl refuge eternity
