Best 20 quotes of Emma Lazarus on MyQuotes

Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.

Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore, send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me: I lift my lamp beside the golden door.

I am never going to write for the sake of writing.

Jews are the intensive form of any nationality whose language and customs they adopt.

Kindle the taper like the steadfast star Ablaze on evening's forehead o'er the earth, And add each night a lustre till afar An eightfold splendor shine above thy hearth.

Let our first care today be the re-establishment of our physical strength, the reconstruction of our national organism, so that in future, where the respect due to us cannot be won by entreaty, it may be commanded, and where it cannot be commanded, it may be enforced.

Life's sharpest rapture is surcease of pain.

My own curiosity and interest are insatiable.

No man had ever heard a nightingale, When once a keen-eyed naturalist was stirred To study and define -- what is a bird.

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of exiles.

Poetry must be simple, sensuous, or impassioned.

Still ours the dance, the feast, the glorious Psalm, The mystic lights of emblem, and the Word.

The Jewish problem is as old as history, and assumes in each age a new form. The life or death of millions of human beings hangs upon its solution; its agitation revives the fiercest passions for good and for evil that inflame the human breast.

The little and the great are joined in one By God's great force. The wondrous golden sun Is linked unto the glow-worm's tiny spark; The eagle soars to heaven in his flight; And in those realms of space, all bathed in light, Soar none except the eagle and the lark.

The soul, at peace, reflects the peace without, Forgetting grief as sunset skies forget The morning's transient shower.

Thick February mists cling heavily To the dead earth and to each leafless tree, And closer down upon the hilltops draw, Dull forecasts there of bright, sure-coming spring; Yet the heart gathers hope and strange delight From this dear, unlovely, wished-for sight Of leaden-misted twilights lengthening.

Thou two-faced year, Mother of Change and Fate...

When angels visit earth, the messengers Of God's decree, they come as lightning, wind: Before the throne, they all are living fire.

Berikan kepadaku mereka yang lelah dan papa Yang terbelenggu dan mendambakan kebebasan Yang terbanting ke pantaimu, berimpitan lemas Beri aku para gelandangan, dan yang terhempas Akan kunyalakan pelitaku di sisi gerbang emas

Until we are all free, we are none of us free.