Quotes from Erich Maria Remarque

Monotonously the lorries sway, monotonously come the calls, monotonously falls the rain. It falls on our heads and on the heads of the dead up in the line, on the body of the little recruit with the wound that is so much too big for his hip; it falls on Kemmerich's grave; it falls in our hearts.

After three weeks it was no longer incomprehensible to us that a braided postman should have more authority over us than had formerly our parents, our teachers, and the whole gamut of culture from Plato to Goethe.

Vai katr? zi?? kaut kam arvien j?b?t paties?bai? - Laikam ne. K?p?c? - Es nezinu. Bet iesp?jams, ka b?tu maz?k karu, ja cilv?ki tik ?oti negrib?tu p?rliecin?t cits citu par savas personisk?s paties?bas pareiz?bu.

There were thousands of Kantoreks, all of whom were convinced that they were acting for the best - in a way that cost them nothing. And that is why they us down so badly.

Pasaule cilv?kam nekad neš?iet tik skaista k? mirkl?, kad vi?š tiek ieslodz?ts. Pirms vi?am t? j?atst?j. Kaut vienm?r to var?tu izjust t?du! Varb?t mums par maz laika tam. Par maz miera.

We march up, moody or good-tempered soldiers - we reach the zone where the front begins and become on the instant human animals.

So seltsam es scheinen mag, aber alle möglichen Probleme und Unglücke in dieser Welt kommen sehr oft von Menschen mit kleiner Statur; Sie haben einen viel streitsüchtigeren und energischeren Charakter als große Menschen.

Tu netr?ci. Dz?v?ba tev? tr?c. Tam nav nek?da sakara ar drosmi. Drosme cilv?kam ir tad, kad tas var pretoties. Viss p?r?jais ir dižošan?s. M?su dz?v?ba ir sapr?t?g?ka nek? m?s paši.

Elgyöngülök, egyszerre csak nem bírom tovább. Nem akarok már káromkodni, nincs értelme, szeretnék összeesni, és sohasem kelni fel többé.

To hell with it. What was the use trying to make safe and sure our little life? Sooner or later the great wave must come and sweep it all away. "What about a drink with me, Fred?

At school nobody ever taught us how to light a cigarette in a storm of rain, nor how a fire could be made with wet wood - nor that it is best to stick a bayonet in the belly because there it doesn't get jammed, as it does in the ribs.

While I was despairing and thinking everything was lost, it was quietly growing. I thought that parting was always final. Now I know that growing is a kind of parting. To grow means to leave something behind. And there is no end to it.

Mi alzo: sono contento. Vengano i mesi e gli anni, non mi prenderanno più nulla. Sono tanto solo, tanto privo di speranza che posso guardare dinanzi a me senza timore. La vita, che mi ha portato attraverso questi anni, è ancora nelle mie mani e nei miei occhi. Se io abbia saputo dominarla, non so. Ma finché dura, essa si cercherà la sua strada, vi consenta o non vi consenta quell'essere, che nel mio interno dice io

Noored ei tahagi, et neid mõistetataks; nad tahavad jääda sellisteks nagu nad on. Täiskasvanu, kes neile liiga pealetükkivalt läheneb, muutub nende silmis niisama naeruväärseks kui lapsekleiti kandes. Me võime tunda koos noortega, kuid noored ei tunne koos meiega. See on nende pääsemine.

Nauda boj? raksturu.

Der Zug fährt langsam. Manchmal hält er an, und die Toten werden ausgeladen. Er hält oft.

Kokia ?ia dr?sa? Aš ne iš dr?si?j?. Kartais man b?davo gana baisu. Kaip žmogui, kuris, at?j?s ? teatr?, s?di ne savo vietoje ir vis d?lto neina iš jos.

we stood on the threshold of life. And so it would seem. We had as yet taken no root. The war swept us away. For the others, the older men, it is but an interruption. They are able to think beyond it. We, however, have been gripped by it and do not know what the end may be. We know only that in some strange and melancholy way we have become a waste land.

We have become wild beasts. We do not fight, we defend ourselves against annihilation.

Gândurile nu pot tr?i f?r? mângâiere È™i am?gire;se z?p?cesc în faÈ›a imaginii nude a disper?rii.

Once I fall fast asleep. Then wakening suddenly with a start I do not know where I am. I see the stars, I see the rockets, and for a moment have the impression that I have fallen asleep at a garden fête. I don't know whether it is morning or evening, I lie in the pale cradle of the twilight, and listen for soft words which will come, soft and near—am I crying? I put my hand to my eyes, it is fantastic, am I a child?

It was a long time since I had been in a theatre. And I would not have come now had Pat not wanted it. Theatres, concerts, books—all these middle-class habits I had almost lost. It was not the time for them. Politics provided theatre enough—the shootings every night made another concert—and the gigantic book of poverty was more impressive than any library.

Take twenty years of my life, comrade, and stand up - take more, for I do not know what I can even attempt to do with it now

The Front is a cage in which we must await fearfully whatever may happen. We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty.