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We shall prove ourselves once again able to defend our Island home, to ride out the storm of war, and to outlive the menace of tyranny, if necessary for years, if necessary ... alone.
Churchill, 4. Jun 1940
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Churchill, 4. Jun 1940
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This is your victory! It is the victory of the cause of freedom in every land. In all our long history we have never seen a greater day than this. Everyone, man or woman, has done their best. Everyone has tried. Neither the long years, nor the dangers, nor the fierce attacks of the enemy, have in any way weakened the independent resolve of the British nation. God bless you all.
Churchill, Whitehall on VE day
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Churchill, Whitehall on VE day
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Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties, and so bear ourselves that, if the British Empire and its Commonwealth last for a thousand years, men will still say: This was their finest hour.
Churchill, 18 Jun 1940
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Churchill, 18 Jun 1940
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We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and grwoing strength in the air, we shall defend our Island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight on the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender.
Chruchill, 4. Jun 1940
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Chruchill, 4. Jun 1940
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Niemand weiß, wie sehr meine Seele trug
Stummgeborenes Lied, wie ein Schwalbenflug.
Heimwehdunkel sehnt Klang um Klang sich fort,
Auge weint sein Licht, doch der Mund kein Wort.
Blüht der Abend dann - Rose meiner Ruh -
Schließt die Liebe mir meine Augen zu,
Sterbe ich so tief in dein fernes Sein,
Singe ich im Schlaf: "Wandernd bin ich dein".
Nelly Sachs
— Feb 11, 2026 11:29AM
Stummgeborenes Lied, wie ein Schwalbenflug.
Heimwehdunkel sehnt Klang um Klang sich fort,
Auge weint sein Licht, doch der Mund kein Wort.
Blüht der Abend dann - Rose meiner Ruh -
Schließt die Liebe mir meine Augen zu,
Sterbe ich so tief in dein fernes Sein,
Singe ich im Schlaf: "Wandernd bin ich dein".
Nelly Sachs

