Quotes for Events - Hanukkah

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Quotes for Hanukkah, which is an eight-day celebration that commemorates the rededication of the Holy Temple.

The commandment to light the Hanukkah lamp is an exceedingly precious one, and one should be particularly careful to fulfill it, in order to make known the miracle, and to offer additional praise . . . to God for the wonders which He has wrought for us. Even if one has no food to eat except what he receives from charity, he should beg--or sell his garment to buy--oil and lamps, and light them.

Mighty, praised beyond compare, Rock of my salvation, Build again my house of prayer, For thy habitation!
I have a little dreidel, I made it out of clay; And when it's dry and ready Then dreidel I shall play.
You don't go to heder for eight days in a row, you eat pancakes every day, spin your dreidel to your heart's content, and from all sides Hanukkah money comes pouring in. What holiday could be better than that?
When we light the Hanukkah candles let us remember the grave choices freedom illuminates for us.
One must never forget. . . . Hanukkah is the celebration of our war, the celebration of the war of God. In the present war we have forgotten the war of the living God, we have forgotten Matthias, the high priest.
Hanukkah commemorates and celebrates the first serious attempt in history to proclaim and champion the principle of religio-cultural diversity in the nation. The primary aim of the Maccabees was to preserve their own Jewish identity and to safeguard for Israel the possibility of continuing its traditional mission.
Hannukkah is the Festival of Lights. It commemorates an ancient Jewish rebellion against oppression, during which the Temple in Jerusalem was miraculously recaptured from pagan hellenizers and rededicated to the worship of God. The candles of Hanukkah celebrate that rededication. They also help brighten the long winter nights. . . . I also want another miracle. But if it does not come, we will make a human miracle. We will give the world the special gift of our Jewishness. We will not let the world burn out our souls.
A lack of clear and satisfying religious identity hurts American Jews most in December. . . . It is a good thing that Hanuka is then at hand. . . . The tale of the Feast of Lights, with its all-too-sharp comment on our life nowadays, is very colorful. It is of the greatest use in giving the young a quick grasp of the Jewish historic situation. The gifts win their attention. The little candles stimulate their questions. The observance seems tooled to the needs of self-discovery.
"Jewish Christmas"--that's what my gentile friends called Chanukah when I was growing up in Michigan in the thirties and forties. Anachronistic, yes, but they had a point. Observing the dietary laws of separating milk and meat dishes was far easier for the handful of Jewish families in our little town than getting through December without mixing the two holidays.
Those candles were laid out, friends invited, ingredients bought for latkes and apple pancakes, that holiday for liberation and the winter solstice when tops turn like little planets.
Millions of kids before me had spun the dreidl on this holiday and millions more would do so in many years to come. I saw myself as a passing bridge, a peon, a crucial component in an infinite chain. The accident of my Hispanic birth had only added a different cultural flavor to the already plentiful gallery of childhood smiles. I was, all Jewish children are, time-travelling Maccabees reenacting a cosmic festival of self-definition. This thought made me stronger, a superhero of sorts, a freedom-fighter with a mission: to smile was to remember, to insert myself in history.