Quotes from Erich Maria Remarque

Why are pious people so rarely loyal

We became hard, suspicious, pitiless, vicious, tough—and that was good; for these attributes were just what we lacked.

Für die Bäume ist es Frühjahr, sonst nichts. Alles andere geht sie nichts an.

You have Weltschmerz. Don't try and fight against it. Life is gay but imperfect.

There are thousands of Kantoreks, all of whom are convinced that they were acting for the best—in a way that cost them nothing.

Kropp on the other hand is a thinker. He proposes that a declaration of war should be a kind of popular festival with entrance-tickets and bands, like a bull fight. Then in the arena the ministers and generals of the two countries, dressed in bathing-drawers and armed with clubs, can have it out among themselves. Whoever survives, his country wins. That would be much simpler and more just than this arrangement, where the wrong people do the fighting. The

Mislim da žena ne treba muškarcu da kaže da ga voli. U tim trenucima njoj zablista sre?a u o?ima, i njen pogled je re?itiji no ma kakve re?i. Uostalom, ne bih mogao ni zamisliti ni podneti da ona meni tako govori.

Tikrov? pažadina troškimus, bet niekad negali j? patenkinti; laim? prasideda žmoguje, bet niekada jame nepasibaigia; gali b?ti visa: žmogus, meil?, laim?, gyvenimas, bet kažkokiu baisiu b?du to visada per maža, ir juo daugiau tai atrodo, juo mažiau yra iš tikr?j?.

Wir stehen unter der Tür. «Komm!» sagt sie. Ich schüttle den Kopf. «Ich kann nicht. Heute nicht.» Sie schweigt und sieht mich an, gerade und klar, ohne Vorwurf und ohne Enttäuschung; aber etwas in ihr scheint auf einmal erloschen zu sein. Ich senke die Augen. Mir ist, als hätte ich ein Kind geschlagen oder eine Schwalbe getötet. «Heute nicht», sage ich. «Später. Morgen.«

The youngster will hardly survive the carrying, and at the most he will only last a few days. What he has gone through so far is nothing to what he's in for till he dies. Now he is numb and feels nothing. In an hour he will become one screaming bundle of intolerable pain. Every day that he can live will be a howling torture. And to whom does it matter whether he has them or not—— I nod. "Yes, Kat, we ought to put him out of his misery.

eIf we could only see the animals we should be able to endure it better. Müller has a pair of glasses. We see a dark group, bearers with stretchers, and larger black clumps moving about. Those are the wounded horses. But not all of them. Some gallop away in the distance, fall down, and then run on farther. The belly of one is ripped open, the guts trail out. He becomes tangled in them and falls, then he stands up again.

Nasza wiedza o ?yciu ogranicza si? do ?mierci.

I thought nothing; I didn't even despair; I was just stupefied and grey and dead.

We stroll on. Late in the evening we run into Willy and set off together for the barracks. En route Willy suddenly springs to one side and I crouch down likewise. The unmistakable howl of a shell coming—then we look round mystified and laugh. It was merely the screech of an electric tram.

If we could only see the animals we should be able to endure it better. Müller has a pair of glasses. We see a dark group, bearers with stretchers, and larger black clumps moving about. Those are the wounded horses. But not all of them. Some gallop away in the distance, fall down, and then run on farther. The belly of one is ripped open, the guts trail out. He becomes tangled in them and falls, then he stands up again.

K?das ir j?su domas par dz?vi? [Ludvigs jaut? z?rciniekam Vilkem] - No r?ta cit?das nek? vakar?, ziem? cit?das nek? vasar?, pirms ?šanas cit?das nek? p?c tam un jaun?b? droši vien cit?das nek? vecum?.

Usamljenost traži saputnika i ne pita ko je on. Ko to ne zna, taj nikad nije bio usamljen, samo sam.

Siromašni su ve?inom pošteni.

And even if these scenes of our youth were given back to us, we would hardly know what to do. The tender, secret influence that passed from them into us could not rise again. We might be amongst them and move in them and be stirred by the sight of them. But it would be like gazing at the photograph of a dead comrade; those are his features, it is his face, and the days spent together take on a mournful life in the memory; but the man himself it is not.

Geriau mirti tada, kai dar nori gyventi, negu tada, kai jau nori mirti.

He is right. We are not youth any longer. We don't want to take the world by storm. We are fleeing. We fly from ourselves. From our life. We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe in the war.

out my cigarettes, break each one in half and give them to the Russians. They bow to me and then light the cigarettes. Now red points glow in every face. They comfort me; it looks as though there were little windows in dark village cottages saying that behind them are rooms full of peace. The

Why are you melancholy? - Ach, I don't know. Because it's getting dark. All decent people are melancholy when evening comes. Not for any particular reason. Just on general grounds. -But only when they're alone. -Of course. The hour of the shadows. The hour of loneliness. The hour when cognac tastes best.

Nach den Jahren hart am Tode war der Wein nicht nur Wein, das Silber nicht nur Silber, die Musik, die von irgendwoher in den Raum sickerte, nicht nur Musik, und Elisabeth nicht nur Elisabeth - sie alle waren Symbole jenes anderen Lebens, des Lebens ohne Töten und Zerstören, des Lebens um des Lebens willen, das schon fast zu einer Mythe und zu einem hoffnungslosen Traum geworden war.