Martyrs, my friend, have to choose between being forgotten, mocked or used. As for being understood - never.

Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

Yes, their reasons are overwhelming. They are as big as hope and as deep as revolt. They are the reasons of the future for a country that others tried so long to limit to the gloomy rumination of her past.

…A city deprived of everything, devoid of light and devoid of heat, starved, and still not crushed.

Words always take on the color of the deeds or sacrifices they evoke.

This land on which so many centuries have left their mark is merely an obligatory retreat for you, whereas it has always been our dearest hope. Your too sudden passion is made up of spite and necessity.