Emma Lazarus Quotes (17 Quotes)

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

The funeral and the marriage, now, alas!

Thereon I woke, and on my lips her kiss.

Still on Israel's head forlorn, Every nation heaps its scorn.

And love be thrall to death!

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.

From unfathomable deeps a dirge
Swells sobbing through the melancholy air:
Where love has entered, Death is also there.

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

My own curiosity and interest are insatiable.

Well-nigh two thousand years hath Israel
Suffered the scorn of man for love of God;
Endured the outlaw's ban, the yoke, the rod,
With perfect patience.

I am perfectly conscious that this contempt and hatred underlies the general tone of the community towards us, and yet when I even remotely hint at the fact that we are not a favorite people I am accused of stirring up strife and setting barriers between the two sects.

His cup is gall, his meat is tears, His passion lasts a thousand years.

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

''Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp'' cries she with silent lips. ''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

The particular article ought in my opinion to be treated with absolute contempt. It is too vile to touch.

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

Life is his poem then; flesh, sense, and brain
One full-stringed lyre attuned to happiness.